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Apr 2017
Lying on the cracked floorboards
in a house that reeks of disappointment
and disgust. My only companion is my unappreciated withered soul my only nourishment are my suicidal thoughts.
Scribbled on the leaking ceiling are all the ways I could end my torment.
Each night I hope for the sweet escape of death.
shion
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shion  22/M/Mystic Falls
(22/M/Mystic Falls)   
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