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Oct 2017
When I lay in my bed the first thought in my head is, "I wish I was dead."  Trust me you are better off without a crazy girl that has lost control of everything she knows.

My dead weight slowly sinks farther and farther down in the sea. Where the bottom is just out of reach. I can no longer see, for I have fallen blind.

Lost consciousness, nowhere to go.

Slowly spiraling out of control.
Chloe B
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Chloe B
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   Lior Gavra
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