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Feb 2017
It felt wrong to have attention when all i wanted was space
It felt wrong to look in the mirror
And see my hated face

To know the thoughts that lie behind
To hate, to love to waste my time
There was no meaning and so i cried
Because why the **** am i still alive?
This was me last year, nowadays it's rare for me to feel like this. I thank everyone who ever supported me in the hope that you was this. Love you all <3
Viseract
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Viseract  21/M/Adelaide
(21/M/Adelaide)   
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