An empty room,
filled with two empty souls.
Two empty souls,
assuring the other with empty words.
Empty words,
giving a feeling of ****** comfort.
****** comfort,
conjuring feelings of self disgust.
Self disgust,
speculating their insignificance.
Insignificance,
leading to the abrupt realization.
Abrupt realization,
Suicide.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
An empty room,
filled with two empty souls.
Two empty souls,
assuring the other with empty words.
Empty words,
giving a feeling of ****** comfort.
****** comfort,
conjuring feelings of self disgust.
Self disgust,
speculating their insignificance.
Insignificance,
leading to the abrupt realization.
Abrupt realization,
Suicide.
I feel like, this is how I lived my life in the past. I'm a different person now I have found someone who loves me with a whole heart and I love her just the same. But I feel the need to reach out to you out there, know that I know what you are going through and I have a mind to help you, contact me. I will be your friend I want to help.
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