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Depression

Perfection doesn't exist I try so hard to be what u want I kill myself for you pills and vodka keep me leveled no one knows the truth tears fall blood stains my sleeves why am I not good enough my bottled emotions I swallow kill me please end this pain this life is a prison I'm already dead a ghost who haunts this world I'm nothing and I waste the air that others deserve to breathe and for that I'm sorry.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 5/31/2011 4:24:00 AM
so darkly beautiful... from the shadow comes the light!! superb with depth, dear ashley... :) huggs, nette
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Date: 5/31/2011 2:49:00 AM
Depression, a real life mental disease that traps so many making them believe they are worthless. You say it well. http://anthonynutter.weebly.com/
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