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My poems are getting shorter, So is my will to live. My scars are aching, So is my back, My feet, My heart, Drained of love, My mind, Drained of thoughts, My eyes, Can no longer see beauty, See happiness, The colors of the flowers when the bloom, And most of all, My body. Drained of all hope. Can't eat, Sleep, Laugh, Cry Hope, Love, I'm drained.
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Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
Drained.
My poems are getting shorter, So is my will to live. My scars are aching, So is my back, My feet, My heart, Drained of love, My mind, Drained of thoughts, My eyes, Can no longer see beauty, See happiness, The colors of the flowers when the bloom, And most of all, My body. Drained of all hope. Can't eat, Sleep, Laugh, Cry Hope, Love, I'm drained.
#depression
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IsaacNeedsAHobby
13/M/United States, Texas
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
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