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Are you ok?
One phrase,
That’s all it took.
And all the carefully constructed facades came crashing down.
All the false smiles disappeared.
And all that was left was a broken man.
A man tired of fighting,
Tired of getting nowhere,
Tired of it all.
The demons screamed,
“Loser,
Worthless,
Good for nothing”
He arrived home,
To his lonely bed,
And lay down.
Starring at the ceiling
Trying to sleep he wondered.
What do i do?
Because in truth,
He no longer knew.

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