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laying here, just being a bum. with my tears flowing, making a puddle on the floor. i watch and do nothing, what am i going to do? i just can stop, im too up set to even move. my depression is bad, i just want to continue to die slowly.

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Sleepless_Nights2001

20 / F / North Adams

Published: Jun 29, 2018
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