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Oct 30
Every day I wake up and I ask why.
For what reason
For what purpose
For what cruel punishment was I chosen?
It's empty here.
Silence is abundant and joy is ever-waning.
But it's better I do this
Or so I told myself
Keep this reality from those I love.
Let them enjoy while I cannot

Things are better if I know they're ok.
but I deserve love too
Been thinking and lonely and kinda depressed
Chris
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Chris  20/M/Washington
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