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You may not understand me, but this is because you are not me. My paws claw the ground as I lift my head up from a downward spiral of disaster. The sky is the hope that I long for. You are the person I seek to help. Do not let setbacks determine your future. Do not let heartbreak flatten your personality. The stars led me to you to help you. I am here when they are not. When others cast you out, I will not because I am not those low life losers. I will listen to every word you utter because you deserve to be listened to. I shall howl to you in the night to beckon you to lean on me when you are feeling down. I will be the hope you need to get

Where did you descend from, my black feather? Which bird has decided to let you fall? Cradling a delicate feather in the palm of my hands, I gently touch your long soft texture. Daylight makes you appear dark, weak, and slim. Useless because the bird has decided to let you go Hopeless because the bird wants those other feathers but not you Yet, you brush up against my soft skin. You are strong and blend in with the color of the night sky. Unrecognizable in the midst of the chaotic world, The bird views you as coward and fears you for what you are worth. I see you as my best friend, the one that accompanies me at night. You are t

People think it is easy to get rid of this mother fucking disease. Disorder. Whatever you want to call it is hell.  Hell is a horrid version of life which throws me a description of self's issues: miserable, despicable, fury, misleading life that is not meant to be lived but rather to be distinguished in an entity of a hole in the ground of a good for nothing heart of mud. A heart of mud is meant to be staked by a knife and to not let go of. No one deserves this apparently except me, and I do not understand why in the world I live or have to live a life that I do not love myself. I don't is that so bad? To not love yourself but to give your a