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The Depression

Being depressed sucks i sit on my bed crying thinking I might as well just die sitting on my bed hearing guys call me ugly worse a witch out of the blue i felt like getn up for drink then he comes by and shoves me into a seat he starts yelling and cussing and saying im worthless as i sit there in that seat i wish i was free but when i thought it was over he comes to kick me. I fell to my kness pouring blood as i get up i run out of breath an bleeding from my knees I then realized they were planing my death i then came to the conclusion i have no man on my side.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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