Just a poem with potential for rejuvenation:
You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds...
Hello Brendan, By the time you read this you should be about 24. So i should just tell you this. I forgot about this letter a llloooooooonnnnggggggg time ago. So a little about what's going on as...
dear future me,
Ther are times where I want to kill me, just like my mothers want me to die, but I try to hold it off to the very end, thinking maybe things will get better, let me give it some...
You need to stop your fucking self, G. You know it ain't good. Stop, just stop.



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