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Happy Birthday to me

by mickayla-ellen-meyer

I wish I was never born. My mere existence feels wrong to the core. Every breath is borrowed and not near deserved.  For eighteen years of pure torture.  Life would be so much better without me, I bet that gun would taste so sweet.  And my head would finally feel empty. Everything would be more clear without me.  There wouldn't even be a questioning.
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Published
Apr 11, 2015
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#numb#nolove#mybirthday
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