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Headaches. Wounds that left a scars. Flowing tears dried my body. Unable to walk nor talk. Hopeless. Such a pathetic. Nameless. Almost breathless. But still alive. In between life and death.
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
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Headaches. Wounds that left a scars. Flowing tears dried my body. Unable to walk nor talk. Hopeless. Such a pathetic. Nameless. Almost breathless. But still alive. In between life and death.
amehdee
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
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