Happiness doesn't last long in my heart, instead it shatters and leaves me to feel the blow of every exploding piece slashing through my flesh leaving scares masked in a quiet disguise. To get to the point, I'm lost inside myself I hate having to wake up everyday and push foreward I cant die I'm too afraid but I can say that this whole living thing is too much, when does the confusion and anger stop?
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Confessions of a crazy
Rastgelethoughts and feelings of mine. just need somewhere to post them. you don't have to read vote or comment though if you do please nothing negative.
