End

I do my best
yet its never
enough.
All I ever do:
trytryhardertrytryhardertrytryhardertrytryhardertrytryhardertrytryharder
its a never ending cycle of dissatisfaction,
a consistent onslaught of failure-
So now I'm done trying,
I'm tired of
feeling.
this is the
end of me.
goodbye.

The End

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