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Apr 7
Is it ever going to be over?
This feeling of never-ending constriction,
That I’m never going to leave this numbness,
So full of feelings I’d much rather ignore.

Will I ever escape the hole inside my mind?
A hole in a universe spinning around the same thoughts,
******* in pain into the nothingness that is me.

I’m suffocating. But I’m the one holding the pillow over my face.
kathleen
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kathleen  15/F/your moms house
(15/F/your moms house)   
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