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Apr 1
Life is pain.
But I wouldn't say
I've always felt this way.
Pain is a cruel and hateful teacher,
Demanding I fight for each and every breath.
I'm grateful towards death,
That it will all end at some point.
It's a ******* shame
That life has no real reason or aim.
What a peculiar thing
Wilkes Arnold
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Wilkes Arnold  22/M/New England
(22/M/New England)   
   Imran Islam
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