I wish that I could take back everything I had done and said. It weakens me day by day. Every 'fake emotion' you tell yourself I portrayed ; they're all there, on the walls of my skin. 'invisible' like my torn heart.
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Depression ✔
PoetryThis is just my escape. I'm sorry if this doesn't please you. I wrote all this down on my own then typed it. I apologize to anyone if I have your writing. I made all these up on my own while alone. If it was already published somewhere, I didn't kn...
