chops321

This Is

This is my coping mechanism
This is my drug of choice
This is for you to see
When you won't hear my voice

This is for my fuck ups
This is for regret
This is for the memories
Which I want to forget

This is self destruction
This is me falling apart
This is for the sadness
That I carry in my heart...
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I was sitting in the doctors office the other day and I saw a mom and her roughly 10 year old boy sit down. From the way he was acting and from previous experience, I would guess that the boy was autistic. So there they are, sitting there talking (about what I don't know), when all of the sudden the boy raises his voice and...
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