Dark Thoughts
Sometimes I hate this thing we call life.Things just don't make sense. Heart felt feelings that make me want to crawl under a rock and never come back from under. 10 feet under, no sould in site. This thing called life is more of a solo flight. All my thoughts kill me at night and haunt me during the day. Sometimes I don't even want to stay.Sometimes my thoughts take over and I can't help but just cry because this thing called life is at my neck and I am ready to explode. I don't know anything anymore and nothing knows me. I've lost touch of everything I once knew or felt. There nothing left...
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