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twenty-three i feel much older too much has happened too many have gone no one my age is like me i should just walk into the woods once my father dies who will miss me i’m too different i’m too damaged i’m too weird have you done half of the things that shame me i’ve done them all i’m sorry i’m not good enough you’re sorry i’m not different i’m afraid we get married you start hitting me i can’t control anything anymore
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 11:52 PM UTC
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twenty-three i feel much older too much has happened too many have gone no one my age is like me i should just walk into the woods once my father dies who will miss me i’m too different i’m too damaged i’m too weird have you done half of the things that shame me i’ve done them all i’m sorry i’m not good enough you’re sorry i’m not different i’m afraid we get married you start hitting me i can’t control anything anymore
hernameis
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 11:52 PM UTC
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