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Apr 2018
I am falling to the depths of which none can recover.
I am falling below the state of the human soul.

I have become something no one understands.
I have become something hideous, and horrid.

I am failing to understand the world and
I am failing to understand myself.

I hate myself and
I hate my surroundings.

I am full of this depreciating nonsense.
I don't know where it comes from,
but my head swims in it.
I choose what to say,
carefully,
as if every word might be my last.
But every thought that I have,
is destroying my will to live.

Sorry,
that was incorrect.

It already has destroyed my will to live.
I have wanted to say goodbye to the world for so long, but something deep down is making me stay and I hate it.
The Unsung Song
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The Unsung Song  18/M/Springfield, MO
(18/M/Springfield, MO)   
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