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Feb 2018
So what I can't function.
So what I'm broken.
So what I'm blank.
So what.
That doesn't mean I need a hug
Or a comforting talk
Or medicine.
Your empty support won't fix me.
Its not just a bad day.
It's a bad life.
I can't write.
Useless
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