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Feb 2019
the inside of my head is either swirling
swirling with sharp
dark thoughts that pick at my soul
like vultures

or its empty
like a wasteland
covered in skeletons

i honestly don't know which is better at this point.
i just want to make it out alive.
i want to escape myself
Evie
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Evie  17/F/the nether
(17/F/the nether)   
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