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Sitting under the oak tree gave me the sense of a new start,
i felt i had somebody, but deep down i knew i still had no one
This is not a story, or a diary.
Just my thoughts from deep down underground. Where oblivion can no longer scare me, or make me weep at night because my screams and imaginary ideas mean nothing. 
Because the world where i am is non-extinct. 
Heaven isn't real, if it was i would of been sent to hell.
There are lives all around me, no longer being lived.
Because i'm dead.
Just a dead pathetic 'kid'
But at least now im free.All Rights Reserved

depression lonely love sad

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