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Jul 2019
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I'm stuck in this
State of mind.
This dark room.
With nothing left
But cigarettes
And a lighter
I'm trying my best.
I really am
I don't want to exist.
Feeling good,
Doesn't make my futute brighter
We're all addicted to something that takes the pain away.
Vic
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Vic  17/Genderqueer/Your local grocery store
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