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Sep 2018
I honestly feel like being dead.

A death, like sleep.
Clouds!! to rest my wary head.

Yes, myself I want to ****,
none of you want to hear that, but still.
O.K
I constantly tell myself not to bother other people with my troubles. I constantly tell myself that I’m just being wimpy as so many people have it “worse”. But it’s getting harder every single day and I don’t know what to do.
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
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