F.C.O.T.B.A.L.Final Confessions Of the Broken And Lost!F.C.O.T.B.A.L.
this sickness, this mental torture is killing me; strangling me, tying knots in my throat, my heart tells me that total isolation is the key; this the final evidence of a lonely girl; the last poem she wrote.
i feel as though i've been torn apart- no communication, no way for me to know... OK- i'll confess, but where to start? have you realised that i've been feeling really low?
did you know that i'm mentally ill? is it beyond you to even care? my eyes never shine, they're always fixated and still; yet
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