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My mind
He sits in a dark room wondering will he ever find love or is it just a dream, he spirals into depression no one to talk to his mind wondering bringing in old memories that he did not want to remember but there was nothing he could do about it. He had no one to talk to the one person he could talk to was asleep and he was alone and afraid but deep down inside he knew it didnt matter because no one would ever love him, he was sad and alone he was also afraid of dieing alone which would happen because the person he fell in love with loved someone else and it made he even more depressed, it was all killing him inside, his mind drifted to suicide but he knew it wouldn't solve anything then he thought of drinking his mind away but knew it wouldn't help so he sat in silence hoping no one would see how he felt it killed him but he learned how to fake a smile,a laugh, and how not to show his depression but it killed him inside. He later in life died alone because he could never love...
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On days when she doesn’t feel anything, she creates poetry.
Juansen Dizon (via remanence-of-love)
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