days go by.... slower each time.... more and more depressed... with each sad rhyme.... hour after hour..... sitting all alone.... bad thoughts consume my mind... bad news is all i know... closer to the blade.... my hand moves each day.... not evern i sure i want live anymore.... this games to hard to play... days go by.... and here alone i sit... confused,depressed, and so full of hate... itd be okay if that was it....
Reason for writing:
fuck if i know i just write the shit....
Birth sign: Aries
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