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Dec 2023
The depths of my sadness is unbearable and I'm drowning.

I'm reaching, but,
I hide a knife in my hand and it cuts the hand that tries to help me.


Something in me is inexplicably drawn to destruction and I will do everything I can do ensure I will only find peace in sorrow.
Written by
Jane  19/F
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   Man, Acora and SiouxF
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