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when consumed with the torturous thought of growing old and just wanting to end it now is when i truly feel the most clinical. depression the crux of the matter i’m just recovering from past lives i cannot imagine grey days are days i wish eternal death on myself all of me, my entire soul, body, thought, potential, existence gone.
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
light through the trees through the leaves through my window and the blinds onto my skin
when consumed with the torturous thought of growing old and just wanting to end it now is when i truly feel the most clinical. depression the crux of the matter i’m just recovering from past lives i cannot imagine grey days are days i wish eternal death on myself all of me, my entire soul, body, thought, potential, existence gone.
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
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