On the edge of self-destruction

When I think about lathe cards I was with upon birth I though, “I can go far,” but I realize that many people despise my very existence for reason I know naught

From my grandmother touching me while I sleep to my psychotic stepfather spreading rumors about me, the only reason why I continue to live, yet slowly die, is because I believe that there is a way to move forward.

I wish that I could trust the students that attend my college but because all if these disgusting rumors about me I can’t.

What is sad for them is that when they see me no longer suffering from depression I will be far more successful and I hope they regret it.

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