To not scream into the void: fix this don’t do this
To keep going
To not drink away all the pain that got so much worse, and how
I’ve never been this low before
6ft under while still alive
And none of it had to happen
None of it does
What’s the point of being alive?
I thought it was to love and care about everyone.
I do.
Why can't everyone else?
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