Mind Neuroplacebos
Just thinkin' of that night,
Colors of black and crimson red,
And the 5 liters of blood and byle
That I internally shed,
It's a miracle that I'm alive,
Cause I should be dead,
Battling the depression sucks,
Sometimes it's hard to get out of bed,
Only God knows the everyday duels
With the devil I fight inside my head,
The people that I've hurt,
And the thi...
Wednesday 28th September 2022 4:32 am
Moral of the Story
Some may be weak and some may be strong
But it is for neither to look down upon
Those belonging to the other class
Because in the end we’ll know at last
The quality of all men, and how we are the same
From bones to dust, we return to our grave
A dark thought indeed but if you look at it right
Your innermost self might just see the light
The beauty of difference, of change, ...
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