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Feb 2017
Stuck between venting to
no one that understands
and
suicide.
Suicide will never be an option. Well, one that I plan to carry out. The thought of it brings me an odd comfort, unlike anything I get from talking to random, inconsistent, insignificant people.
bob
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bob  socal
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