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Dear world, The way you look at me, as if I was worthless. You call me a mess. You didn't even give my a chance, to express, myself. But it's not over yet, I will fight, I will try to impress, you ... ... and myself, but I have to confess, I think it's too late, I killed myself.
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
Dear world,
Dear world, The way you look at me, as if I was worthless. You call me a mess. You didn't even give my a chance, to express, myself. But it's not over yet, I will fight, I will try to impress, you ... ... and myself, but I have to confess, I think it's too late, I killed myself.
#suicide#death
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margowantstogohome
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
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