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Apr 2019
It's raining.
I think of you.
I'm sick.
really sick.
I'm sick of people,
of beings,
of myself.
I'm sick of the bull**,
sick of the lies,
sick of being there,
sick of being alive.
Please fix me.
Complete me.
Love me.
Because I'm sick,
of myself and others.
I'm sick of everyone,
but you.
Nao
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