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Jun 4
Each passing day, life seems a little less meaningful than before, I no longer make an effort to take a breath. If it be my last, let it be. Every effort has ceased, I've become as hollow as I can get, scrapped the bottom of the barrel; trying to find the hardest way to make my easiest exit, being among the living is agony
Banele Msimango
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Banele Msimango  26/M/Cape Town
(26/M/Cape Town)   
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