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Feb 2016
I can barely breathe,
But a part of me is okay with that,
My fingernails can't dig any deeper into my head,
I'm tired of the screaming,
I'm tired of the fighting,
I'm tired of the pain,
Some people are born with a purpose,
I am one of those meaningless beings,
I feel nothing,
I am nothing.
I'm sad
The Lonely Remnants
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The Lonely Remnants  22/F/California
(22/F/California)   
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