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Can You See Me?

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My thoughts and rants. Blarp, just a fair warning, if I probably talked to you before posting one of these, than its probably about you ^-^ but it most likely wont be about you v( v.v )v deal with the mystery.

Don't get all butthurt and shit because everyone has a mind and in every mind you think about everyone. Dun matter betch cx


Enjoy my thoughts motherfuckers <3All Rights Reserved

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"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

Adventures, Memories, and Everything in Between by ariannemaxwell

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I DON'T KNOW by ImagesMayInspire

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Rants, Poems and Randomness by Rainyjoi2009

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Black And Grey by Melanin3000

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Someone New

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