Rarely do you see an adult
Walking around with scars on their body
Is it because they were a
Happier generation?
Or because most of them
Just didn't make it that far?

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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoésieDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
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Rarely do you see an adult
Walking around with scars on their body
Is it because they were a
Happier generation?
Or because most of them
Just didn't make it that far?