It's so hard to love when every atom of my body rages with hatred towards myself and my bloodshot eyes sting when I look at the light, because there's no light. I don't belong in the light. I was born the devil and my soul is as black as coal stains, I'm as black as the ashes your love letters left. I'm as black as death and I belong there.
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Suicide Notes
Thơ ca'how can a person be filled with life and then be empty? Where does it all go?' A collection of suicide notes. (thank you farah (the_author15) for the dope cover, I love you).
