I need help.
I am falling on broken glass.
I am collapsing on myself.
I am shards of glass.
I am killing myself.
Though somehow,
I continue to hold on
for dear life.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
I need help.
I am falling on broken glass.
I am collapsing on myself.
I am shards of glass.
I am killing myself.
Though somehow,
I continue to hold on
for dear life.
The depression is slowly creeping in again.
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