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another restless night with nothing to put me to sleep. a few more hours and i will take a shower and go to school where i can set there in the trap that it is and pretend to be breathing when im being choked to death by the reality of this hell hole. i want out of my body to one that actualy can be free and not held down by depression and not having to turn to drugs or other forms of mood inhancers to make me feel alive. i feel the angels dying inside of me and my only hope is to become something more. my band is what i need. i need to write songs and show people that you can change your stars by burning the old ones and letting the new ones grow in there place. i need to make my garden grow. and water it with the hope of a new life to leave the one i know. the be unwrapped from this barbed wire that holds me in place. like the angel that is hanging by her neck becasue she was living the lie.