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May 2016
when i was younger , i feared of the monsters under my bed,
but now I'm scared because they all came to live in my head
and the hunger, it screams to be fed,
and I'm weak, so soon my skin turns red,
and I'm wondering now if it i'd be better off dead?
it been an awful morning, feeling so so empty rn. started crying at school and at this point im just done
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Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
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