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May 2014
I can feel my barracades starting to collapse...

wish an angel would come sweep me off my feet n swipe my brain clean of this before I relapse...
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Confused, hurt, and overwhelmed doesnt seem like a good combination

Tired of keepin it in and just changing the ******* station....
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Have never felt this A L O N E ever.
can someone save me? Will they? ...
N E V E R.
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**** that I don't want to be saved;; leave me be...heres a letter to my future self..one day it'll be alright just gimme time to find the key
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I just wanna block everyone out..
Feel like im on the outside looking in..just cant break out;;

Lemme take a min while I crowd myself with these purple clouds.
Amanda fancy
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Amanda fancy  33/F/Texas
(33/F/Texas)   
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