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he destroys himself to feel something he tries to repress his thoughts but they keep coming back he doesn't seem to care 'cause the drugs, they keep him high in the clouds the alcohol seems to light his insides up he's slowly killing himself in order to survive all he ever wanted is to stay alive *he thinks he isn't worthy of any good because he ****** up too many times* he thinks he's just a mess but he's more than that he is all i need in my life
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melinda
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Sep 13, 2014
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#love#life#alcohol#drugs#alive#destroy#mess
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