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Aug 2016
I see people walking around like zombies.
The people have dark, empty, sad eyes.  
I never thought I would be one of those people, but I am.
Iā€™m not sure when I became this way.
Iā€™m not even sure if I want to stop being this way either.
SteffyWeffy
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