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Jun 2015
If there was a way to stop my blood
Build a dam next to my heart
To stop my broken emotions from flood
I'd much rather die alone
Eternal youth means nothing to me

My loneliness eats me away
And I'm reminded everyday
The hopelessness so strong...overpowering
Enough to change who you are
As it did to me

A different person is what I am
****** up is what I am
Angry is what I am
Depressed is what I am
Anxious is what I am
Worthlessness… nearly a character wearing my skin

Others inform me otherwise
But you know as well as I
Words are nothing, show me something
I need support as much as I want

I long to love
Unfortunately seeming impossible
As self-esteem is brainwashing
Yet convincing enough, that you're "incompatabl"
Therefore I fear no one will reach out to me

Heart to heart
Hand to hand
Somebody show me this passion
Quickly…please
This probably came from my depressive side, sometimes I'm just not happy
Luca Abate
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Luca Abate  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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