Dancing in my depression
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These are all of the depressing thoughts that go through my head every day.
I write all of these myself.
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The stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
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