Yesterday I was ready
to be alive, to
look in the mirror and say
‘I forgive myself’.
But that feeling is gone
and today I mourn
the death
of my false happiness
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
Yesterday I was ready
to be alive, to
look in the mirror and say
‘I forgive myself’.
But that feeling is gone
and today I mourn
the death
of my false happiness
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