My heart spills out into my fingers, through my pen and onto this piece of God forsaken piece of paper.I wake up everyday, without a purpose or place, constantly pondering tomorrow, hoping it never comes. Why hope when there is no guarantee that tomorrow will be better than today, no guarantee that I will ever feel happy again. How can there be
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its an anti ed community, i thought you might be interested, i just started it. if not, thats fine too :)
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