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I've tried every drug I could get my hands on; I've tried every hobby that interest me; I've tried to play every instrument loud; but, none could save me. I've raised the base of every bottle, but, that, not even that could save me. I've drenched my body with countless glasses - glasses full of hangovers, and that - even that cannot save me. I've tried everything, yet - the feeling of loneliness is the loudest, and nothing seems to save me from it. It's weighing heavy on my chest, and I'm hoping; hoping someone, something, anything - saves me from this stagnant, empty feeling of worthlessness.
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC
A room full of emptiness.
I've tried every drug I could get my hands on; I've tried every hobby that interest me; I've tried to play every instrument loud; but, none could save me. I've raised the base of every bottle, but, that, not even that could save me. I've drenched my body with countless glasses - glasses full of hangovers, and that - even that cannot save me. I've tried everything, yet - the feeling of loneliness is the loudest, and nothing seems to save me from it. It's weighing heavy on my chest, and I'm hoping; hoping someone, something, anything - saves me from this stagnant, empty feeling of worthlessness.
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC
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