There's a point where you actually think you know someone. But that someone told you some dark things. But that someone has darker things.
You really dont want to pitty someone, but you feel sorrow. When that person has darker demons, than yourself. You realize then and there that your weaker than most.
When that person happens to be someone you cherish close to your heart. You never wanna let that person. I don't know what love is, but I know how to deeply care for Something and someone.
I wish I could take the pain from people and give them happiness, never let them hurt. I hope and pray for the best with People. The people that stuggle with depression and contiplate suicide I'm here.
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Rant Book
Non-FictionThis is a book about random crap. Not appropriate for all audience.
