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Nov 2018
Being alive isn't a gift. It's a temporary form of torture.
Everyone will hurt you.
Everyone will leave.
No one cares about your feelings.
No one cares about what you have to say.
People do bad things.
Everyone is a bad person.
It doesn't get better.
It will never get easier.
You don't go to hell. You are in hell.
Living is a temporary form of torture.
I'm losing my light.
Chloe
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Chloe  24/F/USA
(24/F/USA)   
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   Vanessa Gatley
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