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I really don't know what to tell you. I try to be the best human I can be,  I sometimes care too much, I care a lot about many things; and it makes me depressed.. I've been depressed ever since I can remember, and i'm just really sad most of the time.. and not being happy, is the most awful thing I could do to myself.. So before I can love you, I must first love the grey pieces of my old, echoing soul.. and if you wait, wait for the sun to replace the moon. I will gift to you, the buried light inside my dusted, shivering bones.. Sandoval
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC
My echoing Soul
I really don't know what to tell you. I try to be the best human I can be,  I sometimes care too much, I care a lot about many things; and it makes me depressed.. I've been depressed ever since I can remember, and i'm just really sad most of the time.. and not being happy, is the most awful thing I could do to myself.. So before I can love you, I must first love the grey pieces of my old, echoing soul.. and if you wait, wait for the sun to replace the moon. I will gift to you, the buried light inside my dusted, shivering bones.. Sandoval
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC
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