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Jul 2020
18
I thought that
By the age of eighteen
I would be happy

But I still feel empty
I still scratch my legs until they are red
I still cry in the shower until I am numb
I still havent figured out everything yet.
I still ache and that won’t change by just turning eighteen
Luna Maria
Written by
Luna Maria  19/F/The Netherlands
(19/F/The Netherlands)   
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   Imran Islam
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