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I paint my walls because I think maybe it's the blue that I grew up with that is making my feel so awful I cover the walls with pictures of better times and brighter smiles because I think that maybe if I put up memories of happy times that maybe I will forget all the blood these walls have seen I hang things up and cover the celing in stars so I will stop crying myself to sleep every night I put up pictures of you to remember that it will be okay I put up fairy light to hide the scars on my leg I open the window to air out my sorrows and release my deamons But it doesn't work Nothing does
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
Walls
I paint my walls because I think maybe it's the blue that I grew up with that is making my feel so awful I cover the walls with pictures of better times and brighter smiles because I think that maybe if I put up memories of happy times that maybe I will forget all the blood these walls have seen I hang things up and cover the celing in stars so I will stop crying myself to sleep every night I put up pictures of you to remember that it will be okay I put up fairy light to hide the scars on my leg I open the window to air out my sorrows and release my deamons But it doesn't work Nothing does
#love#depressing#sad#depression#depressed#crying#dark#blood#walls
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
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