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It’s been 8 years. It’s been 8 years since the world became a little darker. Since people started looking a little villainy. It’s been 8 years since the heart has became heavy, and the scars deeper. It’s been 8 years since she learnt that life is meant to not be lived but survived. Its been 8 years of a storm that never ends, and the clouds that never move. It’s been 8 years since she first thought, maybe death is better than this life. Better than dying everyday while still breathing until your lungs explode. It’s been 8 years since the world became a little darker, but today she says enough is enough. Because for 8 years she lived in pieces, and today she picks those up to live in peace for once
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May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 8:01 PM UTC
She’s alive, even 8 years later.
It’s been 8 years. It’s been 8 years since the world became a little darker. Since people started looking a little villainy. It’s been 8 years since the heart has became heavy, and the scars deeper. It’s been 8 years since she learnt that life is meant to not be lived but survived. Its been 8 years of a storm that never ends, and the clouds that never move. It’s been 8 years since she first thought, maybe death is better than this life. Better than dying everyday while still breathing until your lungs explode. It’s been 8 years since the world became a little darker, but today she says enough is enough. Because for 8 years she lived in pieces, and today she picks those up to live in peace for once
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23/F/Stockholm
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 8:01 PM UTC
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