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Nov 2015
I dont even know
what I'm doing anymore
I thought I was doing okay
And I'm crying so hard
I cant breath
I often question why I exist
I'm just an ugly freak
addicted to pain
to cutting
And I'm slowly dying inside
At the end
suicide seems like the best option
Katie Moon
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