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I let go, I let them be and I pray to Thee that God may help me

every tap on the table, every click on the mouse every peek on their phones, every bite from their food, every single time, every single moment, every single thing that they do. I let go. I let them be. and I pray to Thee that God may help me. every lie that they say, every post they made, every chat they do, every single thing that they talk about, every single time that they talk about me. I let go. I let them be. and I pray to Thee that God may help me. everytime they break their promise, every broken promise they made, every empty words they say, every hopes they left in the streets, everything that they said to me just to stop me from doing it again, but weren't really true. I let go. I let them be. and I pray to Thee that God may help me. every bad words they said, every ill feelings that they have, every evil wish they wanted towards me, every pain they caused, every tears they brought, every nightmare they made me dream, every darkness they brought to my

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We all have secrets, we all have that in our life that we're afraid everyone would know. So much we would like to hide it, we would like for it to disapear. If our secret was a person, we could've just killed him. If it was a tangible thing, we could've thrown it somewhere, however it comes back to us no matter how far we threw it miles away. Mine was my depression. And not only that, it comes with suicide attempt. Don't do that again, why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you talked to us? Why didn't you this and that? Uhm. I tried. I tried hard. You know how hard it was thinking of it? No you don't. Because all you think is that you're a friend when in need and when at THAT moment that I was about to take my life, you were never there. Up to know I don't know why I really did it, but I want it to end. I wish I had the mind of Brillante Mendoza so I can show artistically how my depression really look likes.  I wish I have the money, the powe