Realization that I will never be happy or successful, cause I have one of the worst citizenship in the world.
I wish I could die or never exist at the first place, nobody will care.
Suicide isn't considered as good option by many, but it seems the best one for me. Appreciation? Love? Ability to make a world a better place? Ha-ha, this is mostly unreachable and I don't even have a moral highground to ask for any sympathy.
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𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟸𝟺, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
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Deus Ex // No comments needed.
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Oh no
maybe I should start care about this place more
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