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May 2018
I fight the urge to slit my wrists every time I close my eyes.

Did you know that?

I'm so broken. No one wants me. I have good moments but oh my god I fantasize about bleeding to death on a cold night. Please god, I don't wan to fight this. I just want to die.
Haylin
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Haylin  21/F/Lost in this cruel world
(21/F/Lost in this cruel world)   
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