It was long since I had zoned out, lost in the middle of my thoughts that resembled so much waves that crashed onto the sea shore, with so much intensity that my brain couldn't comprehend, analyze nor register the waves of information that were being thrown at it.
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Letters to the dead
PoetryA suicidal heartbroken teenager with daddy issues, anxiety, stress and a mild depression. I've got a fucked up head and I've been mentally and physically scared for life. I hope I don't bore you with my sadness. Its hard to be depressed and not hide...
