Every night I sit down in my really comfy chair with a cup of tea and my writing notebook and just write about whatever pops into my head. This is a collection of some of those scribbles.
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Why I wasn't important.
Why I wasn't worth it.
Why I was invisible.
Why I gave up.
Why I hate myself.
Why I am alone.
Why I got rope.
Why I got a chair.