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Oct 2013
im in this state fearing oblivion
but i also want to be alone
i never know why my life is full of irony
maybe this is my kind of escape
or im proving something
proving that i could do it
i could win this fight
by cutting my wrist
by crying myself to sleep

i don't know
What to do anymore
i wish this is the end
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   Isabella Pullivan, --- and Abeille
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