Everyday I do my best to survive, living is something i haven't tasted. I am tired of digesting depression, I, just like you deserve to have a colorful life, yet no matter what I do the clouds are still blocking my rainbow, "worthless piece of shit let's have a good day for once " depression calls back with "not today,baby"
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PoetryMy mind is dark, intensive and sexual. P.s: This is a mature content, and may get sexual at times. Please read at your own risk. Higest rank #10 as of 13/3, 18/3, 24/3 #9 as of 30/3 #6 as of 3/8 #3 as of 4/9 And #1 in sad poems tag 4/9
