Do you remember those days before when we were care free?Before when nothing mattered other than what adventure we'd go on next?
Before we had to worry about real world problems?
Before we made our social media accounts?
Before we encountered that first bully?
Before mental illness bothered us?
Before we felt like we were drowning?
Before we slit our wrists that first time?
Before we got so depressed that we tried to take our own lives so many times that we lost track and failing each time and each failed time adding to that collection of scars on our bodies that, if we ever get out of this black hole, will one day look back on and wonder how everything got so bad, but maybe I won't, maybe I will be successful.

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