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I hate my life
My dependency
My lust
My love
My ignorant self being
I hate who I am.
I hate this pain
Someone help me. Anyone please  But I'll say no or that I'm ok because I just need her love, her dependency. I need her

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No one is going to see this, no one cares enough. I'm sick of it all. Fuck everything. Fuck the good fuck the bad. It's not just one if those days. Shit can't be this bad for this long. It's exhausting, no one gets it that there's a reason I don't wake up in the mornings, what's the point. Half the time I wake up to nothing new and everything sill eating away at me. I wake up every morning hoping it's the last one, regretting I didn't die in my sleep. I don't want to cause any more pain to anyone. Fuck everything, prove to me, there's a God, prove there's a reason to my pitiful life

White elephant

Boo radely, I am not sure what to give you that you don't already have, so here's my advice.
Tyson, you've had a great year in sports. Everyone was watching the team and everyone is proud of you and the team. But what they don't see is the time, sacrifice, and effort that goes into the training on and off the field. Remember what you've learned and what you've experienced in sports. It has made you a hard worker with determination and diligence. You've been a great friend to those in need, please do not stop smiling how you do.
Tyson you're a great kid and I know you'll go far
If you continue to work with the same effort as you did in football. You're a winner in my heart go knights

Tristam

I remember the first moment I had my breath taken away by her.
I remember the first time she trusted me enough to be there for when she fell.
I remember the the one time she fell without me there to catch her.
I remember the first time I saw her in a dress, and the last time.
I remember the only time I cursed at her.
I remember the first time she held my hand.
I remember the rush I got by kissing her cheek.
I remember her eyes.
I remember our first adventure to the pond.
I remember the last time too.
I remember how I felt when our lips first met.
I remember every fight.
I remember every moment that I cried, every moment she did.

I hope she remembers too, because I won't forget every time that she said she loved me forever.

Black out

[He] went up in flames, he lost all the way,  in the past about everyday life

Knock knock

Who theres?

Music

Music is in all things, the birds chirping, wind through the trees, a child's laugh and the echo of my thoughts in my head. Music can be grand like that of Beethovens or simple like the pluck of a guitar string. Music can inspire and music can enlighten. Music is an outlet and a endless journey. Songs may be similar, but never identical, as are we.

You can't feel music, but music can make you feel