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May 2014
Break me
Breathe me
Touch me
Feel me
I don’t have any reasons to stay
I don’t have any reasons to live
I need help
I’m drowning
I’m slowly dying
I’m not okay
I am
But I’m actually not
I know it gets better
It does
But when?
When is it going to be my time?
When?
Please answer
Please say something
Oh wait
I forgot something
I’m talking to a keyboard
Writing
Cries
Long sight
camila annette
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camila annette
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