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Been There

Alone, lonely, feel empty and blue everyday. Have nobody to talk to, no friends to laugh hard and be crazy together.

I've been there. The lowest point of my life. But I didn't admit the loneliness. I mean, I felt the loneliness, but I was too cocky to admit it. That was my fault anyway, for being a jerk to everyone. It was like I pushed away everyone around me.

Until now, I never understand why some people still stay around me. I wonder, what would you get from me? I am nothing but a prick. I'm tense and can't be fun. I never make jokes, and I sometimes make that unpleasant emotion in my face.

But however, they stay. They raise my point of life. They stay around me, and care about me. They don't forget me, while I'm trying to get rid of them. It's like I never did something bad to them.

Thanks, God, for your kindness, that you keep me alive by give me a life surrounded with this lovely human.

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