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Jun 2018
I try to talk to the man upstairs
But he just doesn't listen to my prayers.  
I down so many beers
Because nobody actually cares.  
Drenched in tears
I know there's nothing left besides my fears.  
'Causing more demons to appear
Making the atmosphere
Heavy.
Making it harder to breathe,  
I know soon everyone will leave,
Giving depression an option to overachieve
Without even asking me, please.
Save me from my own thoughts
Before I rot.
I once thought,
"I matter," but I guess not.
This is for the ones who fought.
One last tie to this knot,
you are my weak spot…
Marissa
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Marissa  19/F
(19/F)   
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   Fawn and ardnaxela
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