I can't help
these terrible thoughts about
death
and how easy it would be
for everyone, not
just me
i've grown to
hate myself beyond my own
comprehension
and I can't take it
anymore
I can't stand
how i act and treat you
because
i know that i love you
so think of this as something
for you
not just me
But those pills are just so
inviting
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