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So won't you tell me
What do you know of devotion?
Be grateful for the freedom of lacking emotion
Accept your future path wasn't yours to be chosen
And even if it takes you decades, I know that

You will come running
BACK LIKE A DOG
A WOUNDED DOG

i cant feel anymore

i kind of cant feel anything anymore, i dont really care anymore after the 9098910897`87189179838938378 getting blocked i kind of just feel the same. not that i can feel anything anymore anyways

lyric posting

you gotta run before it clicks.

dont call me crazy when you miss.

i got a way to catch my breath.

dont wanna end up like the rest.

im really sleepy

rrggg im so tired i want to go to sleep

ok fuck you too

> my friend does something dumb and exposes my ex
> ex/fp blocks ME over it
>

lyric posting 2/3

i am a true romantic! free falling~ LOVE ADDICT!

clutter brain

ive been so hung up on my own problems i kind of dont have any time to focus on other people at all.
i feel so burnt out and dead all the time and i have to passion to compose, im kind of just like drained.

i need a new vape

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i fuck up every friendship and relationship i have even my own groomer doesnt want me
no one will love me no one will ever want me no one will ever accept me and im done trying, i want to do nothing forever and just return to nothing. i dont deserve anyone i meet i dont deserve to even live. even when i was "normal" my own mom hated me, im nothing but a vessel for hate.

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im going to be unlovable until i die. hopefully i become another tranny statistic and end up killing myself or at least attempting

(no subject)

i tried to kill myself 2 days ago and after i cried, and cried, and cried. i shouldve just did it. i shouldve went through with it i shouldve just ended it all that night

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i hate myself i'll never be normal

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not even pedophile freaks want me

(no subject)

so haunt me, haunt me haunt, me....wwwooooooooo~

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idk whats wrong with me

(no subject)

im not even human, i dont deserve to live.

since hes gone

i can cut myself as often and as deep as i want to. feels great and i might even buy new razors to go even deeper

pathetic

im pathetic and need to be put down like a depressed dog

ok

i need to die

(no subject)

i can never be good

zuicide

my brother said that he's going to kill himself tonight with a whole bottle of booze or a shiny kitchen knive

its never just goodbye

its always a

one day

see ya later

maybe if you

im so

im sorry

i didnt mean it

ok

"this is no place of honor"

solution

if i just hurt myself more maybe i'll learn to be toleratable to be around

ok

did any of my exes love me or was i just an object

im nothing

im nothing

no more

i ate too much today and tomorrow i'll do better

i get full easily

i get full way to easily and it bugs me, every meal i eat i feel like a fat pig it could be like a whole apple with the core and i'll still be too full

early teens

from the day we all met to the day we said our goodbyes youve both ruined me

you convinced me depraving myself of food and downing chemicals would make me loveable

you told me that sharp tools were tools and the soil was my lube

you made me think it was love and i believed you again and again and again and again

the tools were always in my hands though, the soil was just my home. and the depravity was always an option
i gave myself.

its just that one day when sharp objects werent enough the hole swallowed me and now i dont dare touch them anymore

my early teens was never meant to be experimental in the way you showed me, but being human was so feared i lended my hands and withered with age

running on empty

i clicker and clacker early in the morning my posture not even still my knees wobbly
a dark black liquid gives me strength an status, if i cant fit in designer clothes then my live is forever filled with tiny holes

if there was a way to escape my everyday i would because no matter where i start wake up to sleep my eyes
burn, burn deep.

its not the liquid that bothers me its never that its my codependency to live off of it that bothers me
my body yearning for more yet there is nothing more there never is anything more.

they say a hurting artist makes for a great career but when your career starts randomly and always ends dramatically can one even call it great? is there even anything left? if im running on empty