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You will not believe that there is something worth living.

If you still like, you have a family and a few friends you don't want them to be sad there are no dreams, nothing excites you anymore. you have no any goals.

you realize that you think you are like a teenager but you are being crushed under the feeling that you really do not belong to anywhere you go to work or to school but it's not the place you need to be at.

But where is there exactly? it in fact there's no place like that.

You look for a hand from above, a chance, an opportunity, one thing worth hanging on.

But you can't find even a single thing your eyes are now half open half closed, insomnia weighs tons on your shoulders.

you dream of a pistol when you turn left or right in your bed or you're leaning down the window. you feel the peace, everything is over, even if it is dreaming.

even once, you feel that you are valuable, even if it is your own funeral.

Nothing is enough and an endless pain burns your heart.but you are ashamed to say you live.