Status: Fin.
Stronger
For This
Sitting in an empty room, confetti litters the floor, a birthday cake went untouched, and the sun slowly starting to set.
Left alone to battle with her anxiety, she sat on the floor wishing she was dead on her 25th birthday.
Sitting in an empty room, confetti litters the floor, a birthday cake went untouched, and the sun slowly starting to set.
Left alone to battle with her anxiety, she sat on the floor wishing she was dead on her 25th birthday.
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Yeah, so I go To that little place where the good times always roll
In the glow of the neon light where I know -
my life feels like a joke
but it hurts too much to laugh