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May 2014
The sadness inside of me becomes crippling when I run out of things to distract myself with.
I'll push all of the horrible thoughts to the back of my mind
and escape in another world,
but sometimes that isn't enough to hold me over.
And sometimes the monsters play these horrible games inside of my head; they often make me wish I were dead.
nominal
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nominal  23/F
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR, m and ---
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