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Sometimes I wonder why I even bother man,
Playing a dangerous game with myself over and over again... from reading in between the lines.... I tell everyone I love them anyway... because it’s nice to feel loved now and again...
But I’d rather die alone...  I mean I’ve been mega broken since May last year so... what does that matter anyway.  I’m done and dusted over anything or everything in a matter of seconds. Don’t know what you did in my pass life everything I do or say I’m always lonely even with company but whatever.

Perhaps if I go away again everything will be better.  Too turn off notifications let’s faces it only a few care anyway...
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   Ms Anjaan
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