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I don’t care at all

Please stop lying I know you don’t love me anymore

I don’t think about you as much like I always did

I am glad I don’t miss you, it was hurting me terribly

I am no longer broken, please don’t try to help me

I am really thriving off life, I’m happy I don’t want to end it anymore

I will now always be happy and depressed free, and not suffer

I will not ever try to kill myself or think of it again

I know my attempt to be happy in life will work this time.

I love and no longer hate myself

My sanity is back from zero percentage I am not losing it anymore

I no longer always stay up crying, I can sleep now.

I will never hurt myself again

You don’t need to F̷̛̻͎͑̒̂͌͑̈̑̑̔̈́̈̏̅́̀̂͒̊͗͝͝͝ F̷̯̝͕̫̟̠̮͗͆͂́͐͗̋́͝ͅù̶̠̖̹̟̜̼̎̈́̀̑͝c̸͕̉̎k̸̨̨̹͙͎̞̠̼̼͂̓͆̚ḯ̸̢̫̈͐̀̄́̓̓͒n̶̨͖͔̈͛͋̄̄́̒g̶̠̺̟̞̜̮̳͙̫̃́̉̊͊͂ ̷̘̬̙̲̼͕͛̒͘ ̴̛̛̛̦̪͓̰̬̯͙̊̍̄̈́͑͑̉̊̃̐̎̂̋̈̐̎͑̑̅̔̽̍͛̀́͂̓̕̚̕͝͝͠ͅ help me anymore.

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“I destroy myself repeatedly, without remorse.”

— Six Word Story #79 by absentions

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Your Mother's Poes Also.

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Satan Is Daddy

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My Friend, The Enemy.

I Refer To My Demons As Friends,

Sometimes Enemies.

And Most Likely, They Aren't Friends.

But I Am Mentally Unstable,

So Who Am I To Judge.

I Was Born Into This Brain,

Whether My Neurons Deteriorated Because Of My Father's Vodka That I Stole When I Was 6 Years Old,

Or Whether I Was Born With Them Fucked up, Is Up For Debate.

But None The Less.

I Have This Brain.

This Brain Lacking Serotonin, And Dopamine And Stability.

There Is A Electric Short In Aisle 4, And Department 19 Burns Down Over, And Over Again.

I Find It Hard To Understand The Language My Brain Speaks,

For She Speaks Back To Front, And Slanted In The Most Horrendous Italic I've Witnessed In My 26 Years.

She Is The Pinnacle Of My Depression.

My Anxiety.

My Fucked Up Moods.

My Goddamn Borderline Personality Disorder,

And This Fucking Mess, Wreck Of A Woman I've Become.

And On Days When The Sky Is Grey,

And The Room Is Cold,

I Lay In Bed

And Count My Years.

When Will Enough Be Enough.

When Will I Cease To Wake Up.

When Will I Not Be A Fuck Up.

And Then

I Fall Asleep,

And Begin The Loop All Over Again.

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Wrapped in darkness,

Her Body calls

Arched back

And Quivering lips

Beckoning my demons

Tempting my vices

~Dark Stranger

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Horseshoe Bend In Arizona, USA

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✞ 666 ✞

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I thought about cutting cords with my pain

Its words etched on a lit white candle

But then I realized I’d be alone again

And I knew that was more than I could handle

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Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947–1955

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“But good God, what’s wrong with me, after all? What am I missing? Why this emptiness, this nostalgia? What is this anxiety, as if I only loved something I didn’t know?”

— Clarice Lispector, from a letter to Fernando Sabino featured in Why This World

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