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I'm twisted. I'm sick. I play with daggers. I don't sleep, and I'm despairing. I'm unprepared. I make a big deal out of the contents of my head. It's normal for a teenager, they say. So I'm also quiet.
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
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I'm twisted. I'm sick. I play with daggers. I don't sleep, and I'm despairing. I'm unprepared. I make a big deal out of the contents of my head. It's normal for a teenager, they say. So I'm also quiet.
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
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