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Jun 2020
I must be sick...
There’s hope
I have plans
Things are working out
I met someone

Yet

Depression fills me like a heavy fog
Passive suicidal ideations linger
I can’t eat
I’m drawn to cut

I just... I just don’t understand
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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   2024 and preston
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