I'm not doing chorus
I'm devoted to destruction, a full dosage of detrimental dysfunction I'm dying slow but the devil tryna rush me see I'm a fool for pain, imma dummy might cut my head off right after I slit my throat tunge kiss a shark got jealous bitches up in the boat eating jelly fishes on toast if I get stung I get stoked might choke like I chewed a chunk of charcoal naked in the north pole that's why my heart is cold full of sorrows.
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Living With Depression and My Strange Recovery
Non-FictionThis is how I feel with my depression may contain sadness nevermind DEFINITELY contains sadness of you love with depression you'll know. I apologize in advance for any grammar issues. Oh, I am not going to say this is a judgement free zone because I...