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#tryingtobehappy
Life has the tendency to feel like a prozac commercial, the reality that everything either pops or goes up in the air. I see my little sister's gapped smile, in the soapy reflection- her joy should be infectious, but it spreads guilt like a plague to my already tortured mind. I feel so guilty, for wanting to take my life.
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Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 10:15 PM UTC
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