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Sep 2019
I'll admit I'm not okay.
I cry myself to sleep.
I can't sleep.
I'm paranoid.
No one likes me.
I don't have friend, but why would i, I'm boring and weird.
I can't keep a conversation.
I'm not that smart.
Ill never be pretty enough.
I'm pretty much useless.
Sometimes I feel like giving up.
Elsa
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Elsa  23/F/My Head
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