All I have, all I need,
He's the air I would kill to breathe.
Out of breath, I am left,
Hoping someday,
I'll breathe again.
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Act
on your impulse,
swallow the bottle,
cut a little deeper,
put the gun to your chest.
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"Hey, I'm Tate. I'm dead.
Wanna hook up?"
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"Today, Ainsley,
I brought something for the cook to cook."
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Ask for number or email or whatever.
i-am-t-h-a-w-i-n-g <-- Happy/recovery blog.
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This blog is an outlet, a way to express my negative feelings. It's a diary, and be warned, if you chose to press follow, your dashboard may be cluttered up with my babbling.
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Undiagnosed,
Total Nutbar,
Happily forever alone <3 :)
To anyone who finds this, I'm sorry.
WARNING: Some posts may be triggering.
I am in no way encourging self harm or disordered eating paterns, I am struggling.
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