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Aug 2020
I am depressed.

The way I handle things make me disgusted and filled with sickness.

I miss you.

The way we promised each other everything is nothing more than a dead note in this dying life.

I am so sorry and don't know how to carry on.

Everything reminds me of you but everything feels hollow and it hurts like hell.

Forgive me, It has become way to complicated to bear inside my destructive head.

Goodbye.
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Fromrows
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