You told me I was your little girl and you'd always be there to protect me but it's 3 AM and you're sending me to voicemail because you're probably too busy fucking her in the back of your car while I'm in the bathroom cutting my skin open trying to get your fingerprints off my veins.
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My Depression
Poesía****************************TRIGGER WARNING**************************** So, these are a few of my depressing thoughts. Not all are original, just putting that out there.
