I couldn't live without her. Even though I knew she was bad for me, she is the neurons to my brain, the blood to my veins, and most of all the oxygen that my lungs crave.
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Letters to the dead
PoesiaA 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...
