I smoke several bongs everyday. I like to drink my life away. I go to clubs and have some fun. I never go to see the sun. In hotels, I do stay. To live my life another day. From all the highs, in which I fell, I prayed that I could go to hell. And when I decided not to go, Down into the world below, I could not find a reason for. It made me want to die much more. I took a knife and stabbed my heart, To end the suffering from the start. Here in blood I will stay, To never suffer another day.
Reason for writing:
Why do I have to feel so depressed when I write???
Birth sign: Taurus
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