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Jun 2019
Every time I think
You’ll grow out of it
It’s just a phase
What are you so unhappy about
You’re broken, somethings wrong
Will you actually do it,
Pull the trigger
I want help, but I can’t tell
They’ll put me away, safe
Ashamed of who I am
What do I need
Could it be better
Why can’t I just be happy
Is this what I really want
Some days yes, some days it’s completely opposite
But would I be happy with the latter
If it’s real
I want to die
What a disappointment I am
Her
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Her  25/F
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   --- and Bogdan Dragos
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