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Nov 2018
Obviously, I'm holding up okay.
I'm holding my head up high.
But there's a twist to that.
I'm holding it up, with a noose.

Like always, I'm still on the edge.
Started to hold my self.
With smoke and nicotine.
So I wouldn't fall over again.
I'm writing this with a migraine.
Justin
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Justin  18/M
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