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I am not A happy person, Not even close. Seems to be a fitting name. You only saw The surface. Where "darkness" Was fun. But you didn't see the real depths of my soul. Would It Scare You? The things I see, The visions at night Are all too real to me. The slashes on my arms, The blood on my skin, They are there too. And even now, it still hurts. Because I am still "That goth kid", Only much older.
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Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
Dementor
I am not A happy person, Not even close. Seems to be a fitting name. You only saw The surface. Where "darkness" Was fun. But you didn't see the real depths of my soul. Would It Scare You? The things I see, The visions at night Are all too real to me. The slashes on my arms, The blood on my skin, They are there too. And even now, it still hurts. Because I am still "That goth kid", Only much older.
Not like you would understand.
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Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
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