I Give Up Comments

I'm just a ghost fleeing from the sun, from the ligth, draging me from one place to an other.
I miss the goy of life I miss the feeling of being loved I miss the feeling to be aprisiated.
I miss the feeling of being accepted.
I graing me to the top of the mountain of happynes and gloyr and joy were everyone is loved, but everytime i see the top someone push me back down, down to the bottom of the dark to the hell i have lived in for some time, i finaly got to the top i'm stading on the top feeling the pain go away.
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