You yell at me saying I always give up when things get rough
if that was true
I would not be standing here
for you to yell at me
if I really gave up when things started to get rough
I would have been dead long ago
so do not tell me
I give up when things start to get rough
fnck you I have walked through hell and back
and still haven’t given in
you say I am lazy
you say I put no effort
my azz
if I put no effort in
I would not be writing
I would not be trying to cope
I would not be trying to fix this life
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