Frosted needles line the streets
Steam and smoke mingle like long lost friends
Street lamps flicker off as the town wakes up
I begin my journey in an oblivious place
Searching for somewhere I belong
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I always thought I needed someone to save me from my suicidal thoughts
And if I didn't get what I wanted
If I thought it wasn't good enough
I would want to kill myself even more
That's no way to live...
And I finally realized that I needed to be my own goddamn savior
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Repressed Memories
De TodoSometimes the only way to cope is to get it all out. For me that is writing. A brief yet sometimes in-depth display of childhood memories. These are true events in my life. *I will warn readers before hand with this disclaimer: If you are triggered...
