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Dec 2020
tw suicidal thoughts



There’s no purpose in this life
No joy to be found
Every bit of pleasure is just a reminder
Of how empty this existence is
I’d like to say I still believe
But my faith is failing
My purpose is disappearing
And it would now seem
That the only reason I continue to live
Is because of the hassle it would take to die
I’d like to get drunk but that too will fade... so will the pain of cutting... the pleasure of lust...
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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