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Jul 4
Lost in the dark, I used to be happy.
My friends have moved on, I have been abandoned.
I'm lost, and I have been forgotten.

I ache for my friends, but to them, I meant little.
I feel too much, I'm too emotional.
I get filled with rage, but I'm not an angry person.

Only when I realized this, I realized that I'm better off forgotten.
I'm too unstable. I'm too dangerous. I can't help it. I hate myself because of it.
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Cameron  16/Cisgender Male/Washington State
(16/Cisgender Male/Washington State)   
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