In my darkist hour. I think about how nobody cares but then I think to myself somebody want cared somebody wants what it done anything for me somebody would have laid out there self foe me they would have come to me and put they're arm around me and told me everything was okay I think to myself what an awful World with just a glimmer of hope is waiting for you and how it could change you and everything for the better
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the breaking point
RandomThis is gust a book of stuff i write. More description on the first chap . The pic is from sheerheart on deviant art
