trashed......forgotten... beaten and torn.... wasted....depressed.... suicidal and forlorn..... sick....methodical.... thoughts float through my head..... persistant....screaming..... sometimes i want to be dead.... attentive...searching.... for the dreams in my past..... remembering...forgetting.... how long can this possibly last.... asleep....screaming....
Reason for writing:
depression is for woosies!!!!cipher:D
Birth sign: Aries
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