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Sometimes it hits me that all the anguish, the disgust, the numbness, and ultimate defeat that I had left behind will only reignite as I age. And sometimes, The though of that Makes me not want to do it at all.
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
With Love, 3 AM.
Sometimes it hits me that all the anguish, the disgust, the numbness, and ultimate defeat that I had left behind will only reignite as I age. And sometimes, The though of that Makes me not want to do it at all.
What good is life if I have to live in constant fear of waking up one day and not wanting to be alive again?
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
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