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Elena Jun 2
You don't want me
When I am happy
You don't want me
When I am sad
You only call me
When you need
Your sick pleasure
You only call me
When your loneliness
Eats you up inside out
Ashley Jul 2017
We just kept getting worse and nothing really helped.
Maybe, just maybe we were meant to be like this,
Depressed, alone and ready to die.
death never strays too far from depression.

— The End —