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Honestly this life i lead is only leading down. i have little faith in the air to keep me awake, days pass as i sit in complete darkness of my own mind, there's nothing there or anything here. so what is wrong with me? i am a creation of something that can't be explained, i only wish to be loved or wanted by all. this life is always going to be a horriable mess of nothing. so why even list to my complications in this world, i don't take up to much space but my mind will swallow you alive. i don't know what my point is but all i know is i'm dying to get out of here.
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