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Poisonous abuser.
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blue---rain
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When I die please don’t come to my grave and sit there for hours and tell me you love me and miss me because those are the things I wanted to hear when I was alive.
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I’d leave too
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"The thoughts are slowly winning and I'm scared of what I might do once it does."
— something your suicidal friend would never admit to you
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nothing-really-matters-anymore
Having depression is like being homesick but not knowing where home is
Anonymous
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