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it's over. six months gone and i'm still breathing. i never thought i would make it to see this day. my mother calls it pessimism, my father calls it depression. i don't actually know but the end seems inevitable and all happiness seems to fade the moment it reaches my bones. and i'm afraid. it's over
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
its over
it's over. six months gone and i'm still breathing. i never thought i would make it to see this day. my mother calls it pessimism, my father calls it depression. i don't actually know but the end seems inevitable and all happiness seems to fade the moment it reaches my bones. and i'm afraid. it's over
its finally over :)
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
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