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Dec 2015
I don't wanna
Feel my face
I can't stand
To feel the pain
The things that haunt me everyday
The things that refuse
To go away
The things embeded
In this rotting brain
Drowning in substance
Escaping down the drain
Into a void
Of thoughtlessness
I never "thought"
It'd end like this
Nevermind
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Nevermind  22/F/Connecticut
(22/F/Connecticut)   
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