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Feb 2019
I'm getting weaker each day.
Paranoia's all I got left.
There's so much...
I could not say.
All is chaos in my head.
No one's here to help,
And everyone's leaving.
My sutured wounds,
once again...
are opening.
Just here...
Waiting for my deathbed.
ana laag
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ana laag  100/F/Middle of Nowhere
(100/F/Middle of Nowhere)   
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