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hey,me here im 13.
I call this poem depression
Depression
It’s been a while since these thoughts have been creeping in the depth of this mind They feel like those students who come visiting their schools after graduating like five years back… Sniffing the mood is there anything new? They ask Touching new emotions Observing burgundy undertones arise… like smog Surrendered in the silence the thoughts have brought there’s no welcome party but space is always available always there… Because they come and go resting for a while then disappearing, just like that Today they’ve reemerged to take over again |
look at the plus and the circles will be gone

Machine Gun
Beat somebody!
Gunner
First Boss




suicidal boy said
Posted 9 months agoWOOT AFI