I'm sorry... I'm truly fucking sorry.. like I'm sorry... just thats all I can say.... shit sucks... I'm sorry that when people actually try to talk a bout what is going on in their lives, everyone hates you. I'm fucking sorry
we live in a world where beauty comes from your looks, not your mind. to me the mind is the most. beautiful thing about someone, yet our own cruel enemy
all the knights, all the kings, and all the queens were to fucking bus fixing Humpty mother fucking Dumpty to realize the girl sitting behind the wall. Her fragile skin broken, and bleeding. She was the one who Humpty had been talking to, trying to get a better look at, but he saw nothing.
when someone says, "I broke my arm!" everyone comes running to sign the cast.
when someone says, " I have depression" everyone runs away like were monsters. So answer this, who is the real monster, those who suffer, or those who fear, therefore must destroy, what they don't understand?
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