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Up late Like I always am Thinking suicide sould be my plan Been depressed sense eight Going on ten Years go by so slow Yet time flys by so fast I still live every day As if it’s my last Although I feel alone I’ve come to peace with it My days are numbered Soon I’ll leave my home MP
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Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
Why is it that I feel so empty
Up late Like I always am Thinking suicide sould be my plan Been depressed sense eight Going on ten Years go by so slow Yet time flys by so fast I still live every day As if it’s my last Although I feel alone I’ve come to peace with it My days are numbered Soon I’ll leave my home MP
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MatthewPetrie
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Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
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