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Aug 2018
We don’t even know what time is. Why are we alive. What is after life. If there is an end. Even so we spend our day locked in school, doing shopping and reading gossip magazines. I don’t know what is the purpose of life. I just know that being alive on a sick world is ******* exhausted.
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LUNA
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