I can hear the wind blowing through the trees - The wind is their voices, saying hurtful things to me. The trees are like roofs, blocking the sunlight- My depression makes me block out happy thoughts. I'm cold and alone- I sleep alone every night, and it is cold without him here. I fight to survive in this forest of sadness, working hard day and night just to feel right. Please dont waste your time on saving me. For its too late, I've already wandered to deep into this forest of sadness. Go save yourself. I'm begging you, please.
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The Book Of Depressing Things
RandomThis book is filled with short stories, random paragraphs, and quotes that people consider 'Emo' or 'Different'
