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on goingwhen you feel like there is nothing in the world that feels righton going
you just cant get along with anyone and you start to be so along
then when you realize that it was your fault in the first place
you start hateing yourself and then you start to think of
hurting yourself just to make yourself feel better but it never works
and then you start understanding depressing music better then ever
before then when people start becoming interested in what your doing yourself they start twisting your mind and make you do stuff that you
dont want to do and then you mentally hurt yourself.
by ~fallin-forever
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