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nothing more, so much less. the 18th year, to the date is approaching. I cannot bear the thought of myself as anything more than a being. I have accomplished nothing, and lack the desire to do. the 18th year and I am still nothing.
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
the 18th year
nothing more, so much less. the 18th year, to the date is approaching. I cannot bear the thought of myself as anything more than a being. I have accomplished nothing, and lack the desire to do. the 18th year and I am still nothing.
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21/F/American
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
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