Broken
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Ongoing28m
Last published Wed, Jan 4, 2017
There has never been a time I wanted to be me. Talentless, unintelligent, a below-average loser. No one wants to be those things. I'm not someone younger brothers look up to, I am not someone Dads brag about, I don't make the honor roll, I don't get out of this town, I don't get a happy ending. I already know my fate, and everyone around me seems to knows it too. It's times like these when I understand why people commit suicide. Why they finally jump off the Bridge above Casey creek, plugging fifty feet deep into sweet ignorance. I understand why people choke down a handful of pills, and into dark bliss.
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