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I walk along this road passing by cars that make my hair blow into my face and I wonder if I'm just a waste of space I'll try to jump in front of a car but these handcuffs won't let me put my hands up and say, "HIT ME I WANT TO DIE" so I just keep walking n a road going nowhere and somehow I end up next to a tree so I guess I'll just sleep and wonder about how I took those happy pills but they're not making me so happy,, **** IM LOSING IT AGAIN.. More nights of therapy sessions tangled in a ball of yarn I'll give to my cat to play with Doesn't mean ****
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
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I walk along this road passing by cars that make my hair blow into my face and I wonder if I'm just a waste of space I'll try to jump in front of a car but these handcuffs won't let me put my hands up and say, "HIT ME I WANT TO DIE" so I just keep walking n a road going nowhere and somehow I end up next to a tree so I guess I'll just sleep and wonder about how I took those happy pills but they're not making me so happy,, **** IM LOSING IT AGAIN.. More nights of therapy sessions tangled in a ball of yarn I'll give to my cat to play with Doesn't mean ****
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
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