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Aug 2019
I have never felt worse. The pain is so intense. I can't write. I don't want to write. I can't compose. I don't want to compose. Art has failed me. Life has failed me. I have no feelings. I have finally died. I am truly dead. Nothing matters anymore and it likely never did. I can't believe this is it

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Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
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