I hate almost everyone, my only true friends live miles away/ are in different states. I feel like a walking corpse just slowly decaying, life is just another movie waiting to end. another slice on my skin comes with another tear in my eyes
I hate almost everyone, my only true friends live miles away/ are in different states. I feel like a walking corpse just slowly decaying, life is just another movie waiting to end. another slice on my skin comes with another tear in my eyes
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bly
sometimes suffering is beautiful
at least it gives you poetry