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Feb 2021
I feel numb
I feel tired all the time
I've stopped caring
I've been so scared
I don't even fear death at this point.
If I were to meet death
It would be with open arms.
Written by
Apro  19/M/Living Hell
(19/M/Living Hell)   
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