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she cared though and so did my other friend and gave me some online art advice. I'm staying alive now. But only just. i still think about knives. blood, my heart...stopping...never eating online art again... bloody puddles on the white carpet of my bedroom floor..everyone's reaction when they found out I had murdered myself to escape them. my frinds at school don't get it and probably never will. they're online art to cynical. or at least a couple of them. the others are immature. they are veryshallow, btu it's not fun to be with them. they're just there. like air, no real reasons to be there. we don't really have anything in common. I don't know why I'm friendws with them. I guess it's just nice to listen to them chatter at lunch and not be alone. I should die though. I wisj\h it sometimes and then I pray. For help and relief. for nothing. and everything. and darkness to keep myself sane. or insane. anything but this. Tags: death 0 Comments Page 1 There are no comments on this post yet.
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