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May 2018
These bad thoughts suppresses me
The grasp of reality is leaving me
Why the **** won’t these thoughts leave me alone
I’m hungry
Hungry for some reality
Hungry for some sanity
sarathegreat
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sarathegreat  17/F/Ca
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