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The anxiety, depression No medicine, please let me fix it, on my own, no need for prescription... Why am I so down, you ask? When I know I'll tell you Don't ask again, ripping out my skin Please help me...
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Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 12:24 PM UTC
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The anxiety, depression No medicine, please let me fix it, on my own, no need for prescription... Why am I so down, you ask? When I know I'll tell you Don't ask again, ripping out my skin Please help me...
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Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 12:24 PM UTC
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