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Jun 2015
it's over.
six months gone
and i'm still breathing.
i never thought
i would make it
to see this day.

my mother calls it
pessimism,
my father calls it depression.

i don't actually know
but the end seems inevitable
and all happiness
seems to fade
the moment it reaches my bones.

and i'm afraid.
it's over
its finally over :)
ConstantEscape
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ConstantEscape  escaping reality
(escaping reality)   
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   Cecil Miller
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