I tend everything is alright. No problems. I make sure that I'm okay. I be the baddest bitch. Sarcasm everywhere. But,who knows every single day, at the midnight how many times I ask god to take my life, to end the pain. How many times I think that I'm not worth the life. How many time I want to end the pain. No one knows and no one care. I'll be ok.
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Silent Battle
Randomjust me, her and the moon.🌜 trigger warning, some of it about depression and self harm. ")
