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Oct 2020
sometimes i just feel so insignificant i can’t help but to bask in emptiness that’s dear to me. the loneliness which fills me whole: my friend.
sometimes i just feel so insignificant i can’t  help but to spiral into the deepest depth of hell, familiar and home.
all it takes are those sometimes before i too choose to go to the different end of my path; high and when i jump, consumed.
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