We cut and kill flowers because we think they are beautiful
We cut and kill ourselves because we think we are not
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo 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...
Flowers vs us
We cut and kill flowers because we think they are beautiful
We cut and kill ourselves because we think we are not
