We were talking about something that was written, it was fake and I was just talking about what I saw TODAY. You had to right to say what you said. You were in a fucking clique, you were popular and skinny and you didn't go through what I went through. You have no idea what it felt like, how much it made me want to die. I hope you know that I'm not gonna be the apologizes first again. I'm done. I hate you. I hope you feel good about making comments and laughing about something real, that was NOT WRITTEN that made me literally contemplate, plan out, suicide on more than one occasion.
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Depressing Stuff
PoetryIn the title, mostly me just venting about life... I write all of these if it's not mine I'll say so *spelling corrections coming soon
