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wifiskeleton - i was made for you (snippet)

I’ve been feeling pretty homicidal recently

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bastard

whatever you do don’t check the fridge (prod @1sickboi)

I hate losers maybe that’s why I hate myself/ ft lunexta (prod @1sickboi)

The way she wears her mascara is so pretty

If I can’t have you then murder me

produced by neverforever
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CWKrRAoaz8

could you love me if you knew the real me

odstawiam oxykodon zeby moc normalnie zyc
wiara w siebie to podstawa (chyba) jestem sick ehh
3 klony pod jezykiem to standard do dzis
nie budze sie bez benzo to pierdolony syf
nie chce wiecej czuc nie chce wiecej wiedziec
co czuje moja mama gdy nie jestem w opiece
psychiatry psychologa czy innego syfu 
to ci nie pomoze pierdol ssri iiiii chuj

odstawilem oxykodon i morfine 
pierwszy tydzien nie kumalem ze ja zyje
biore ze 20 klonow drzema na 2 dni
po tym wszystkim co przezylem nie chce nawet zyc
szkola to jest syf mecze sie jak i ty 
ludzie sa dziwni nie byc wokol nich

pierdol ssri

this beat is from a tyler the creator song, plz repost my shitty music , im slowly getting better

double sided loser

i trace the cracks along my skin,
They look like places I have been.
You say I’m fine, I say “pretend,”
We both know it’s near the end.

Your shadow sleeps inside my chest,
I’ve tried to kill it, never rests.
Can’t tell if I’m still mine or yours,
We built a home without a floor.

And I keep falling through the space,
Between your words, between your face.
We’re strangers wearing memories—
I don’t know what’s left of me.

Get me out of here, I can’t feel my heart beat clear.
Who am I? Who are we?
Are we lost or meant to be?
Get me out of here,
Before the silence pulls me near.
Who am I? Who are we?
Just echoes in a dream.

You talk like everything’s okay,
But I still taste the words you say.
The truth burns softer than the lies,
But pain still looks good in disguise.

Every lie feels like a truth,
I’m bleeding out my fading youth.
Cut the chains around my throat,
Let me scream before I choke.

Rip my heart out just to feel,
Something fake but seems so real.
You call it love, I call it pain,
We’re both drowning in the same damn rain.
I’m fading fast in my own skin,
Can’t tell where I start or end again.
The mirror’s screaming back at me—
Is this who I’m supposed to be?

Get me out of here, I can’t feel my heart beat clear.
Who am I? Who are we?
Are we lost or meant to be?
Get me out of here,
Before the silence pulls me near.

Get me out of here, the air’s too thick with fear.
Who am I? Who are we?
Just ghosts of what we used to be.
Get me out of here,
Before I disappear—
Who am I? Who are we?

who the hell even are we??

wrucilem z psychiatryka nadal jestem chory
@cutterchris-archive

treat otherz how u want to be treated faggot #postiveanglez 

nonbinary faggot

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