Slipping Slowly, slipping in and out of depression, life comes and goes, the only thing that helps is music, the soothing harsh tones slip in and out of my ears, eyes open and close, day and night, between the silence and the loud incomperhandable screaming. i think of what iv become, what i can become and what i will, i cant stand another secound of this, i need out.
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Poems :'D
Some of the many poems i have written :3
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I Is Questing signs.
And Avi art~