my life has been nothing but emptied packs
of cigarettes and torn out pages.
where my past has been rewritten and my
depression grew contageous.
infecting and devouring those i feel any form
of love for.
and i cant fight the emptiness anymore.
my torn out pages crumbled and forgotten as
there thrown around.
and in their places are pages of rewritten
lies to replace them before they even hit the
ground.
so forget it! why even try. i dont care
anymore...dont ask why.
does anyone want this life? i dont want it anymore.
i dont like it!
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