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by Milo Apr 30, 2018 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Make me anybody else Scratching on the roots of sadness and hate I'm furthest from happiness I have ever been. When hope is all but washed away Don't leave me to myself, Because I am sad to look at. Nothing to do and Noone to talk to, I end up just avoiding the day.