Damaged.(One Direction FanFiction)
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Last published Sat, Oct 5, 2013
"A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are."
Damaged.
Being depressed is more than just being 'Sad'. If it was, then I'd just be a sad case.
Some people have to ability to be happy.
Some people are stuck in the before death sentence, just wanting to let go and make it all end.
But humans live off pleasure created by seeing other people suffer.
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