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Aug 2013
I have lots of unhealthy coping mechanisms
They stop me from doing worse

And in the middle of the night
Where I am unsure whether I am awake
I think on how many people like me
Really
I think it's just you

I'm eternally lonely and blessed with the knowledge
That many lonely people die alone
It's science
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