it saved my life once
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Lost in a world that seemed to have constantly misunderstood me,
I walked.
I walked alone, destroyed, effortlessly losing myself.
Everyday I seemed to have to carry broken pieces of myself.
"it's just a phase," they told me.
can phases kill you?
"it's just high scool," they told me.
it's loneliness, it's hell, it's almost fatal.
