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Jul 2015
I'm just so sick of people, I mean not the world nor animals nor air nor sea nor grass, just people but again in night I found myself scared of them.
I'm thinking that our is maybe the only one that can hate or be afraid of our own kind.
Just how terrible we are that we are afraid of ourselves?
I sleep but don't dram at night, I'm afraid about so much and I care about so little but again, the things that I do care are things that I can't protect, that thought scare me the most.
Elizabeth
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