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for i cannot tell a lie i really do hate being alive i hate knowing that there's a mere six litres of blood in our bodies that's three two-litre bottles of soda three two-litre bottles of soda is all that keeps me here and i hate it i hate knowing that the leafcutter ant can hold up to fifty times its weight in its jaw and i can't even hold myself up throughout the day for there is no one weaker than i no one who has struggled as much as i and i hate it i hate knowing that the people i once knew and opened myself up to have blocked me out of their minds but i can't seem to get them out of mine i hate that so much but i'm not filled with hate i love the moon the moon is all i have left in life to look up and look forward to and on the nights where he hides and i can only see him behind closed eyes i hope he can still hear me when i tell him i've been doing just fine and i'm not lying i really mean it, i swear i mean it's just so hard these days, you know? wish you were here
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
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for i cannot tell a lie i really do hate being alive i hate knowing that there's a mere six litres of blood in our bodies that's three two-litre bottles of soda three two-litre bottles of soda is all that keeps me here and i hate it i hate knowing that the leafcutter ant can hold up to fifty times its weight in its jaw and i can't even hold myself up throughout the day for there is no one weaker than i no one who has struggled as much as i and i hate it i hate knowing that the people i once knew and opened myself up to have blocked me out of their minds but i can't seem to get them out of mine i hate that so much but i'm not filled with hate i love the moon the moon is all i have left in life to look up and look forward to and on the nights where he hides and i can only see him behind closed eyes i hope he can still hear me when i tell him i've been doing just fine and i'm not lying i really mean it, i swear i mean it's just so hard these days, you know? wish you were here
spoken word vent poem meant to be about depression now it's just desperation and mourning
nanichi
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16/F/Moon
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
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