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How am I supposed to live here
When in death I am so near
Even I think of things deeper
Nothing seems to be clearer
Words and action both hurts
How am I supposed to be happy
It always seems so deadly
I can't even tell my friends and parents
Toxic people, toxic society
Being toxic, people being lonely
Having depression and anxiety
So some can't be that friendly
It's a deadly living for me
I live, I just can't live freely
I walk in their deadly words
I talk to myself about the world