Life shattered in an instance. Like fragments of glass before her eyes. Everything seemed so perfect...until it all became full of lies.
Now she had many options, of only one she had to choose. But no matter what she decided. She knew she would always lose.
Every time it happened the same. She would be good, all going right. But in the end she was to blame, because it all
crashed into the night.
She had to make the choice now. Life continue this way or she slip away. But it's to late now, no one saw her.
Like a shadow she slipped away that night, she left a note and left, never returning. They finally noticed her but it was too late now.
Is this all still funny too you?...
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Life's dark path
PoetryThis book is not consistent story. It contains short story's explaining how my depression has felt personally through relationships, school, in the moment. I jump around a lot and it's not fluent but it's talking about mainly depression but also poe...
