Living with our thoughts
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I have a question. How are we suppose to live when all we think about is dying? Everyday. Every. Single. Day. Truth is when youre suicidal you dont live, you just go day by day trying to not kill yourself and easing the pain with a silver little piece of perfection that draws beauty.
If you dont understand the mind of a suicidal teen youre lucky. Because the are So Many of us.
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