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Something we don't need are fake friends they talk behind your back and smile up on your face but you can notice one how.? Ask them if they would care if you died if it takes a while to
I am not a punching bag, Or the solvent to all your problems. I am not your doctor, your therapist, or your medicine. I can not keep you happy all the time,
My friends are a drug. Each and everyone of them a pill. They block out my reality, And give me a high. But thats all it is…..a high. They don’t change my reality Or well being.
Oblivious and in awe, this is all so new There's a whole world out here, who knew? My poor ass, depressed ass, suicidal ass, A university student determined to pass,
The thing about my garden is, When all the flowers wilt, I cannot find the strength to Plant new ones. -ajh.
You cannot see the beguiling manner of those people You, an amiable person Them, a people of many faces You run past the boisterous crowds Only aiming to please Behind the false perfection,