This world is hostile towards my existence

I’m feeling so fed up with everything I have to put up with.

Everything I tell myself so that I will try not to freak out over it.

I am so weary of the guilt pushed on me simply because I am poor, weak, and sickly.

What do you think?

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I went out into the world to carve a place for me

Everyone wants me dead.