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Mar 2021
im running out of ways
to tell you that i am dying
i think im done
asking for help
whats the point in screaming yourself hoarse
when nobody's even listening?

i know
there isnt much anybody can do to save me
so i may as well shut up
and leave quietly, without a scene

it will hurt enough
without knowing that nobody cared
blissful ignorance. if i dont tell anybody how bad it is, they cant be blamed for doing nothing
nevaeh
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nevaeh  20/F/home
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