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May 2018
We die everyday.

It's our choice.

Whether we care or not.

We're dying.

Right now.

So what's the point of waiting,

When I could die right now?
Chloe
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Chloe  17/F/In the depths of my mind
(17/F/In the depths of my mind)   
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