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Mar 2021
Everyday I tell myself
I'm not sad, I'm just tired.
I'm not depressed, I just need nicotine.
I don't need anyone else, I'm better off alone.
But when it comes time for me to fix these issues, I **** it up.

I'm not scared of dying,
I'm scared of living.
I'm not scared of trying,
I'm scared of not being enough.
My heart burns for better,
But how can I have better if I keep myself at the bottom?
Geoffrey Adams
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Geoffrey Adams  22/M/MN
(22/M/MN)   
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