Why was I born? Why did they have me? Why would they subject me to the horrors of this world? Is it because they were forced to endure the same, and having me is some sort of catharsis? I'm forced to exist in a world that I didn't choose. Forced to live a life I didn't choose. Forced to be with people I didn't choose. They gave me life knowing full well I couldn't say no. I should hate them, but I don't. I want to end my life, but I can't. I don't know what to do. The future is uncertain, but it's not looking good. The bad will always outweigh what little good there is in the world. It's just not worth it.
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