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Jan 2021
I look around at the world around me.
I don't see anything worth loving about myself.
I've given up on being a decent human being. I'm never okay.
Some days I can't even wake up without being in pain.
This was written and drafted the day before I was sent to a mental health institution for attempting suicide. I normally wouldn't share this, but I believe it may shed some light on the situation I was in.
Jaicob
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Jaicob  18/M/six feet under
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