October 2011
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I get sad and write poetry because I'm going to...
spacemanshane:
You were never good enough, What the Hell were you thinking? Now you’re stuck going nowhere, but you’re sinking.
Into an acceptance of constant sadness. Reliving every moment. You thought you had this.
You didn’t and you don’t. You haven’t and you won’t. You’re doomed, and you know it. You’re lost, and you show it. Get strong again. Time to pretend. You’re on your own again....