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Jun 2018
Sitting in a dark room:
At peace.
With every single lifeless and lively thing around me. But more importantly with myself.
Staring outside my window.
A window I have gone to countless times but somehow right now it's different. A good kind of different. That one perspective every depressed and suicidal kid you wish has had. So they could see how beautiful life could be. So they could feel the greatness within their soul and revive their fire.
24th January 2018. Thoughts of a senior year student marching into adulthood.
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