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Dear 2020, I want to die. This time I really mean it. I really do. Tears stream down my face. But... I can't really think of anything to stop myself. What if you see Machaela? What if you hold hands? Hug? At this rate, I'll never get out of here. I just want to die and starve. I'm so fat. Maybe... What else can I conjure up to hide my feelings? But what if I am happy in the future! What if I'm not?
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
Dear 2020 (14)
Dear 2020, I want to die. This time I really mean it. I really do. Tears stream down my face. But... I can't really think of anything to stop myself. What if you see Machaela? What if you hold hands? Hug? At this rate, I'll never get out of here. I just want to die and starve. I'm so fat. Maybe... What else can I conjure up to hide my feelings? But what if I am happy in the future! What if I'm not?
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
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