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i was just in my drama class thinking about everything. Drama is my escape from all things bad,but even in drama i cant even do a thing. i cant act, i cant sing, i cant do anything. so this came across my mind
Submitted:Nov 4, 2012 Reads: 9 Comments: 1 Likes: 1
He is a collection of Hate, anger, jealousy and depression.
All of these melded into one sick,
dying body.
His life is no good.
Stress has overcome him.
Changing him into a completely different person.
The complexion and detail of death is all well known within him.
Mental illness has nearly invaded him.
His sickness is drawing him closer and closer to death itself.
He is the abomination of mankind.
And he, is me
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