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I think you're afraid fuck man I mean you're 17 and you might go to jail I would be afraid too!! to be honest I think I would have killed myself by now but maybe for you that's scarier... I didn't mean for it to turn into a fight Ya know? dude? hah this depression I feel I don't want it I never wanted it I want to stab the ******* demon inside me that has me trapped in this little *** cage, in my chest and I'm trying !! so hard !! we haven't talked as much lately I think you're afraid I'm afraid too. every day. maybe not from the Feds but from my own two hands because I woke up with scabs all over my legs and blood underneath my nails when I thought that I was ok every day a bar of this cage is broken every day it is like I am gifted a new weapon from my subconscious because whoever is together in my head whether I'm crazy or not we are a team we are an army and we will fight and we will NOT let the depression win so the day that we (I) beat it hopefully I have more money and more time and more direction because **** dude DUDE maybe I'll find you so I can apologize like a human instead of a try-hard wanna be poet on the Internet I miss you I wish you the best I wish I believed in a God but **** I might still pray for you you're still a beautiful person to me and always will be Your bro, Shauna
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
I'm not one to admit anything
I think you're afraid fuck man I mean you're 17 and you might go to jail I would be afraid too!! to be honest I think I would have killed myself by now but maybe for you that's scarier... I didn't mean for it to turn into a fight Ya know? dude? hah this depression I feel I don't want it I never wanted it I want to stab the ******* demon inside me that has me trapped in this little *** cage, in my chest and I'm trying !! so hard !! we haven't talked as much lately I think you're afraid I'm afraid too. every day. maybe not from the Feds but from my own two hands because I woke up with scabs all over my legs and blood underneath my nails when I thought that I was ok every day a bar of this cage is broken every day it is like I am gifted a new weapon from my subconscious because whoever is together in my head whether I'm crazy or not we are a team we are an army and we will fight and we will NOT let the depression win so the day that we (I) beat it hopefully I have more money and more time and more direction because **** dude DUDE maybe I'll find you so I can apologize like a human instead of a try-hard wanna be poet on the Internet I miss you I wish you the best I wish I believed in a God but **** I might still pray for you you're still a beautiful person to me and always will be Your bro, Shauna
For Jonathan
#love#feelings#fear#depression#anger#prison
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
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