Sometimes I feel like laying down and not eating and not drinking and not breathing and I don't know how it got so bad because I used to be very adventurous and have a purpose but now I'm just blurry mascara and anger and I don't think I want to carry on like this.
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Poesía"The paper and pen was there for me when no one else was.." Here I'll write my own and others poems about depression. I will be writing on both English and Swedish. I don't want people to hurt them selves, I just want to write everything down. Pleas...
