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I don’t know how many thoughts or letters I have thought about or wrote. What I know is that the end is near. People think that I am a drama, or taking things more serious than it should be. Well, what I know is that the end is near. When the end is here, all their thoughts will be vanished. The end is near. I have been making wrong decisions way too much than often. Hurting people around me. All my friends get tired listen to my complaints. But the end is near. I am trapped into my body, in particular in my mind. I have built up the worst image of myself. People thought that I am not serious, that I need to grow up, that I am spoiled, that I am lacking self-confidence, that I am pretending being sick, that I am selfish, that I am rude. Well, the end is near. I have loved, cared, for years and years. No one saw those efforts, because I have been always giving the worse version of me. I wish if they feel. Well, it doesn’t matter, because the end is near. The end is near. The end is near. The end is here..
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 3:10 AM UTC
The end is near...
I don’t know how many thoughts or letters I have thought about or wrote. What I know is that the end is near. People think that I am a drama, or taking things more serious than it should be. Well, what I know is that the end is near. When the end is here, all their thoughts will be vanished. The end is near. I have been making wrong decisions way too much than often. Hurting people around me. All my friends get tired listen to my complaints. But the end is near. I am trapped into my body, in particular in my mind. I have built up the worst image of myself. People thought that I am not serious, that I need to grow up, that I am spoiled, that I am lacking self-confidence, that I am pretending being sick, that I am selfish, that I am rude. Well, the end is near. I have loved, cared, for years and years. No one saw those efforts, because I have been always giving the worse version of me. I wish if they feel. Well, it doesn’t matter, because the end is near. The end is near. The end is near. The end is here..
really near
Darknoise
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 3:10 AM UTC
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