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I am the darkness, I am the rain, I swallow souls then I’m born again. People see me, they recognise me, they can stare right at me, but never find me.I’m lost to all, I’m milk bottle missing, You scream in your head, but No one is listening. Therapy is a concept and it doesn’t always work, it’s good not to talk and I can tell you the perks. If nobody hears it, it might not have happened, there’s days you can convince yourself that you’re not terribly saddened. Don’t tell anybody your plans and they can’t convince you out of it, this is my advice and make what you want of it. nobody cares, don’t tell them your secrets, they wouldn’t get it anyway, you don’t need support in bereavement. Isolate yourself and think as deep as possible, find yourself a hiding place; make your brain more unsolvable.
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Very intense write Charlotte keep writing angel
Thank you for your comment, Angel.
-ChariotÂ