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You’re really going to listen to everyone and not realize how good of a person you are? Talk to me, if you’d like.
im a no body
UnIoved wrote:
frikade-...
🤣 sup
🤣 lol sending challenge
Aug 16, 2024
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#87
#83 All these people trying to help you. You are noticed by a LOT of people. Even i’m not as famous as Elon Musk, but I am ok with that.
ruby_1087 wrote:
everyone tells me 2 kill myself
Yo wtf ?? These individuals it sounds you seriously should btime avoid, keep far from their toxicity girl..
ruby_1087 wrote:
imma kill myself
Girl =/
That would be the worst decision you ever decided so PLEASE DO YOURSELF A WONDERFUL GRAND FAVOR and read that great Book and watch everything in your life dramatically improve and only get better, IT IS THAT GOOD . Please, girl =/
ABSOLUTELY
#40 then it’s fake cuz if ur friends know u have biopolar depression yet they aren’t defending you then they are fake friends
He’s right.
Yea
WTFrickenA wrote:
ABSOLUTELY
Aug 16, 2024
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#98
ruby_1087 wrote:
u know what imma go ahead and kill myself like that person wants no one wants me here imma be dead soon idk when tho but imma kill myself like that person wants
That's not true. I recognize you and am glad you're here. There are others that like having you around. Don't do deaths work for him. He will get around to all of us eventually. It's our job to say, "Not today death, not today." Carry on.
Aug 16, 2024
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#99
BoardMonkey wrote:
... Don't do deaths work for him. He will get around to all of us eventually. It's our job to say, "Not today death, not today." Carry on.
Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas
1914 – 53
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
