If my life was a database, the only operation performed on it was insert and delete
INSERT INTO LIFE suffering
DELETE FROM LIFE joy

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Death is the only true freedom there is
Everything else is either compromise, greed or
Laws of physics

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They say "ask for help", "talk we are here for you"
Sorry to break your bubble but you are not
No one was here when I screamed
No one came even after I lost my voice
Now that I've settled at rock bottom
There's no way anyone is coming
When no one came when I was falling down

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Going away so far that you can't return
To reach a point where the concept of destination
Does not exist , doesn't matter precisely
Looking back just to find all the traces
Of the path I follwed have been erased
Maybe, something or someone is left behind waiting
I keep moving ahead into the unknown
Wondering if the path I took was right
I may never know the answer anymore
Even if I was wrong at this point I can't stop
Myself from taking another step further away

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It would have been so much better
If we had an option to choose
Between erasing or letting people keep
Our memories in the time of our death
It would have been so much better if
I could erase my entire existence
Leaving nothing behind......

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I don't understand how people can love themselves
With all their failures they brought to themselves
And the others closer to them
Acceptance is another thing
But self love makes no sense
After living one step away from oblivion
And questioning from myself for a time now
I've realised, most of the sorrow and pain in my life
Is self inflicted. I am the reason for my mystery
At this point when I can't go back to socialising
When I can't escape my isolation
I have come to realise self love is just too far
I am the person I hate the most

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My entire life as been all about
Sorrows from
People failing to meet my expectations
And regrets from
Me failing to meet theirs......

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From getting excited when talking about
Reasons for existence of extraterrestrial life
To searching for reasons to my existence
And clinging to any temporary, little hope
I left myself behind
And this realisation has been reducing my
Chances to find any hope that's left

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Your live matters......
How do you explain this to a person
Who has gone from being optimistic to realistic
Who's living is just a measure of his reasons
And not any relation or emotion
Who's losing a part of himself everyday
That's being replaced by nothingness, void
Who has nothing but a compelling duty attached
That has been pushing him all along
And when it's over, he has no idea what to do next
when his reasons have vanished.
How does one matter when he is not himself anymore

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The thing is people find comfort is the usual
Seeking change is painful
For some even thinking about the change
Sets their panic attack off
People are too afraid to see over their walls
Walls built on a infinite loop of their repetitive regime
Afraid that they might find failure
Caging all that potential in their
Self proclaimed notion of limits
Which might as well be right

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