"You were so up for helping and saving me or whatever crap and then you go and leave me because you're not used to it you see me with my depression."
"and you want to be a hero and then it hits you after four fucking months I have depression and I'm cynical and I have anxiety as well and I absolutely detest myself and no magical words can fix that in a snap."
"And you leave me because you realize the title of hero isn't as fun and self rewarding and promising as you'd hope it would be and you've hurt me while doing so and that's why I want my apology. And that's why you have to give me my apology."
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Noyadé
PoezjaA series of small works: finished works and unfinished scraps and sober thoughts and inebriated words and drunk minds and me. All of me in here.
