march 28th 1989
silience
i mean you come to a point in life
where you just have nothing to say to it.
i have given up
my words have run dry
mentally im so done i have nothing to say
phically im so tired of trying to get my point across maybe therss no poing to it at all
so lets grab a bottel and take it one day at a time cause screaming to get people to hear you still isnt woriking.
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