I guess you could say I'm basic. Tossed into society a ball of sunshine, pushed around until all the light was gone, until one day, I'll finally be spat out.
Depressed
Anxious
Worthless
Useless
Broken
Unloved
Rejected
...just like everybody else.
Welcome to the real world kid, glad you could make it.
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Thoughts of the Undead
Poems and thoughts of a depressed kid who feels undead.
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