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I keep getting thoughts. The bad, bad thoughts. Fleeting, passing, ever changing? I wish! I keep getting thoughts. The bad, bad, thoughts. Sticking, clinging, ever staying. I despair. Bleach? Drink it. Heart? Stab it. Food? Puke it. I keep getting thoughts. The bad, bad thoughts.
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Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 11:52 AM UTC
Thoughts
I keep getting thoughts. The bad, bad thoughts. Fleeting, passing, ever changing? I wish! I keep getting thoughts. The bad, bad, thoughts. Sticking, clinging, ever staying. I despair. Bleach? Drink it. Heart? Stab it. Food? Puke it. I keep getting thoughts. The bad, bad thoughts.
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Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 11:52 AM UTC
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