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by DrowningInLife May 20, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Same routine every day. wake up, cry, go to school and fake a smile. same routine every day. come home, cry, sit in the corner with a blade. same routine every day. slit my wrists, pop a pill, pass out and hit the cold hard floor. same routine every day. feed up of it, need to escape, really want to die.