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The end of me.

What's the point of trying when I mess up everything anyway?
I feel like life's already gone.
I feel empty inside.
I feel like I only exist to be the bad part in life.
Like I'm the bad guy.
Be the villain.
Is what my brain is saying.
So ima be the villain until I'm no longer.
Be the villain.
Embrace the bad.
No good comes from anything I do.
Be the villain.

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The end of me.