I am depressed. But of course you already know it, because you prey on things like that.
Well, but I am naked before you so, please, listen to what I have to say. Truth is, I have no one else to talk to.

Depressed, not very well dressed and losing all hope of holding things up. I can't keep pushing the strings; my life is suspended, but not very well. One day or another, it will all fall down.

So please, eat me alive - that's your biggest talent.

Don't leave me alone in hell, otherwise, I might try to steal your throne.

Etiquetas: desordem da personalidade, ken

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