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Jul 2018
There isn’t anyone in sight.
Im breeding to death slowly but surely.
Stuck behind four walls and a bed. This bed is draining my energy away.
It getting harder to breathe from this room of thoughts. It eating my insanity. Why isn’t there anyone in sight to get me. Why can’t someone knock the door, maybe I’m unworthy.
I’m lost in my own thoughts, I need a escape. I can’t handle this alone.
I’m dont know what I’m feeling anymore im alwsy stick in my room and I alwsy get to me.
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José  17/M
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