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Mar 2019
Cut yourself
Write it down
Cut someone else
Or just have ***
Just so you can feel it
So you can release your emotions

We all have different forms
of dealing with ****
That we don't understand
It's called your outlet

Medicate, Hallucinate
See things
Out of you own mind
Live things
Even if it’s all a lie
Find peace
In this hell
Of your own creation

Were you meant for this
God only knows
Does god exist
Nobody knows
I’m nobody
And i don’t know anything
I’m not living i’m dying
Yet i feel so alive
So **** me again

Contradiction
The ultimate expression
of the human condition
Live to die and live again
Holy hell
I can’t take this ****
I don't want to live through this again
If you're against cussing please don't comment about my language
Nicolas Vega
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Nicolas Vega  15/M/Kansas City MO
(15/M/Kansas City MO)   
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