Depressed and lost p.o.v
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Me and him. We're stuck in our own set of mind. I can keep in touch with reality better than he can though. Isn't it pretty the way that blood drips? It's like fresh paint on a blank canvas. It was to small of a cut to notice anyways but it was deep. Drops ran down my arm. Into the tub of water. I let my head fall back and the steam enter my lungs. I took the blade and cut my other arm to get more of the beautiful paint. I love the way it turns orange when it touches the water then disappears. I don't like when it disappears. I love the color to much.
White Lilly's are so pretty. My blood got on one once. What a beautiful peice of art. I burnt another diary entry again. Reminding me of thinking like a 'normal' person. I perfer this feeling of silence. No voices, no noise. Just white. Bright light. I sighed in content the water is so warm.
Depressed and empathetic p.o.v
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I love talking to my happy friends. Taking pictures. A long time ago that ended. I keep the memory with me. The imaginary ghosts of my real friends. I smiled and took pictures of the beautiful scenery when the picture came out of could see them in it. It seemed so real. I geuss I can just live in this false reality. Im happier here. THEY are happier here. I've come to this structure many times. I remember when one of us had a stunt double jump off for a music video. I've always wanted to jump I've been to scared. Maybe I I'll do it someday. With my happy friends.
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Silent misery (BTS depression story)
FanfictionBTS has issues and its eating at them. Can they make it? Can they get better? Will it end in death? (Lots of fan theories that inspired this story so if your into that this book is perfect for you enjoy)
