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Nov 2018
I don't know what to do anymore. I don't want to get up I just want to lie on this cold hard floor. The voices in my head are finally silenced but at a cost. I feel like my soul is lost. I took something again, maybe it'll **** me. Or maybe I'll just feel better, we'll see. That's the only way this pain leaves. It stops my feelings and stops my grieves. I can't open my eyes now. Maybe it's finally it. I guess we will see in another fit.
Anthony
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Anthony  19/M/Ohio
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