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I'd like to know the stories,
that you carved into your skin
But I'd hate to ask you to live them again.
 Apr 2019 eccedentesiast
emnabee
What if it rained daisies today?
And no one got wet
and nothing washed away?

What if the sun shone bright
as daisies flew?

What if the breeze blew
soft daisies like spinners
in the wind?

Would we all be happy then?
I don't like myself
and the sad thing is I can't remember
if I ever liked myself.
Depression isn't always 3 a.m.
sometimes it hits you at 3 p.m.
when you're with your friends
and you're halfway through a laugh
and you just
stop.
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