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Mar 2016
Withering away to nothing.
Slowly dying.
Can't stop feeling like I'm the only one.
Nothing is in my way.
To just end it all.
lost in thought
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lost in thought  21/F/Pekin, Illinois
(21/F/Pekin, Illinois)   
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