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maximus
maximus
Socially acceptable weirdo. Depressions' bitch. I cry tears of black ink on scrappy used up papers..
Like oxygen the human body needs it In order to survive; In order to exist. It nourishes and sustains the part of us hidden away from the world - our souls. Without hope our souls shrivel up and die And leaves a dark hole inside of us, Making us question our own existence.
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
Hope
Hush. . . no one must know That I am at war with my own mind. No one must know That I am fighting a losing battle, Stuck in a brain that wants me dead. For how long I can keep it up Only God knows. But I will probably be dead Before anyone even begins to wonder. But hush. . . no one must know.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 4:47 AM UTC
No one must know. . .
Lost and confused, he found a path. He followed it like the yellow brick road Looking to find the wizard of Oz For his one and only wish - HAPPINESS. Yet, the yellow brick road he followed Only led him to a path of self-destruction; Because along the way he discovered distractions To numb the pain until he found the wizard. Until he found happiness. He found comfort in those distractions Which quickly turned into addictions. Now he is stuck , In the middle of that yellow brick road . Because the distractions he discovered along the way Were destroying his soul; one bottle of ***** And bag of **** at a time. A part of him has given up on finding the wizard. So he indulges in his own self-destruction; stuck on a path that was meant to save him. To save him from himself.
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
Self-destruction
Loneliness. It creeps in at night like a two-headed serpent, Unwelcome and Unannounced. Like a plague, it eats at you in order to make its presence known. No prayers nor tears can chase it away because once it has you in its grip, it's impossible to escape. So you search the world for love, the only cure you know to cure its poisonous bite. But if one is not careful, even the so-called antidote that is love could be more dangerous than the loneliness that runs through your veins like disease.
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
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