#depression Sadness over throws me, forcing me to the ground. I hate myself, every inch, every pound. Nothing can make me happy, nothing an make me smile. Its another reality I've been in for a while. I see blood on my the floor, and the cuts on my wrist. The blood is spouting from those tiny delicate slits. This is not who I am, but who I have become. The darkness is winning, the darkness has won. -Robin A. Pook
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