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chugginb the peroxide with those antibitoic pills sitting in the bathtub ive been dieing over you i think i finally has enough you think im just a joke only one last sentence I love you.
As someone who has depression I feel like I am a twisted human being who will lose it and destory everyone including myself. This poem is a reflection of that of what a awful and sick human being I truly am. This is part of my self destruction