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May 2020
I'm just tired..
So so tired.

My soul is drenched with the heaviness awareness brings and things I can't unsee.

I just want to go home.

To my REAL home.

Where is the open armed loving embrace?
Where is the reward for continuing to stay alive?

I don't want to be here anymore.
I just want to do nothing.
To be nothing.

I want to quit. To stop.
I want it all to stop.
Chelsea Rae
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   Jack Jenkins
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