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The falling hope that wishs things to go away. The god awful taste of depression that's on it's way. It's a crime to commit self harm. So, in these last few moments of life, what do i look forward to in the afterlife?
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC
I wish things were ok...
The falling hope that wishs things to go away. The god awful taste of depression that's on it's way. It's a crime to commit self harm. So, in these last few moments of life, what do i look forward to in the afterlife?
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC
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