When I was six years old, I was killed.
I died.
My soul was murdered by the hands of a man.
My mind was forced into the darkness.
I drifted so far away, that it took 7 years for me to come back, for me to remember.
But when I came back, I exploded into the reality.
It hit me, you hit me all at once.
I had died.
I am dead.
And I'm still waiting, hoping to be resuscitated.
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Depression is my Drug
RandomTRIGGER WARNING Collection of depressing short stories and quotes. Some are mine, some aren't. Give credit to the writer if you recognize the owner please. Enjoy TRIGGER WARNING
