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Aug 2018
As I walk this hellish desert called life
I know what i have to do and what is right
I ****, pushing down the guilt with my might
to survive i must do this and hold on tight
and i must not run and continue the fight
and in this fight i have my own rights
the right to **** and the right to stay alive
when i'm out of this hell i won't be alright
and when my end comes i would be happy
if i lived my own ******* life
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Madness Unseen  21/M
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