I don't know what I enjoy I don't know what I want to do I don't know why I'm here I don't know who I am I don't know what's right and wrong I don't know how to let my pride go I don't know how to win this battle I don't know how to surrender I don't know if I need help I don't know who would help me I don't know what I'm good at I don't know how to be myself I don't know how to stop caring I don't know how to love myself I don't know how to be a good person I don't know if my life is going to waste I don't know if I'll learn from these mistakes I don't know if these are mistakes I don't know what I need I don't know what I want I don't know how to be happy I don't know how to make those I love happy I don't know if this is just a phase I hope this is just a phase please let it be just a phase I can't live this way.
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