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Jul 2018
I find it ironic that i’m sitting in the living room but I don’t feel like i’m living.
I only see the world in black and white now; 0’s and 1’s.
It’s like everyone is talking to me in a foreign language and I just can’t seem to understand.
I long for that understanding, that’s all i want.
Written by
kurt  17/M/U.K.
(17/M/U.K.)   
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