I want to die
But they never understand why
Because I hide what I felt
For others to not blind me.

I thought I am okay but I stay the same
I don't like being here
Because I hurt people.

The words I tell never match my actions
But did match my understanding in the Questions, do we all have flaws?, I don't even Know why people thought not knowing one Thing is exactly a failure of it's opposite Expections they hold.

Death is definitely in everyone hands of Actions but the questions is why people regret The last but not the past?.
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