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Aug 2020
I never thought

I could reach this far

I'm twenty-two today

more sadness & loneliness

august, you're making me cry

my eyes are sleepy i'm not feeling fine

I might start cutting my Skin

if only I could live just for today

leave yesterday, wake up, wake up

TOMORROW IS DEAD!
happy birthday to me
imehsahdehahs
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imehsahdehahs  23/from hell
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