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**** this life. I would’ve been Better off in another one. Or better still, not at all. Year after year of pain. Grief, heartbreak, abuse, Depression, illness, loss. A monotonous, never- ending   Cycle. Black and white. All colour that was once there Has faded, slowly and completely. I’m utterly done with this **** Where’s the nearest exit?
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Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 8:41 PM UTC
The Ramblings of A Depressed writer.
**** this life. I would’ve been Better off in another one. Or better still, not at all. Year after year of pain. Grief, heartbreak, abuse, Depression, illness, loss. A monotonous, never- ending   Cycle. Black and white. All colour that was once there Has faded, slowly and completely. I’m utterly done with this **** Where’s the nearest exit?
ana-sweeney
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Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 8:41 PM UTC
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