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Nov 2017
My stomachs feeling twisted and its flipping inside out. Either my heart is sinking low or its coming out my mouth. Hands are shaky feeling spacy dont know how I really feel. Im praying up to god that I see life to next year. This **** is getting old i think I must be going nuts. Its a sickness i cant get rid of I will have it til Im dust. I won't bother with specifics its too much ******* pain. In the end it doesn't matter we all leave our brains. I just hope that soon my life will find a better place. Either that or I just might leave the human race
Matt Perkins
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Matt Perkins  25/M/Warren, PA
(25/M/Warren, PA)   
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