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searching for the meaning locked inside
hiding from the void that is my mind constantly messing with my head thinking i'm better off dead tired of fighting, no time to rest constant strife through the mess is this life? to never be satisfied at every turn told another lie jerked around like a fuking toy never knowing true joy only having the lack of pain and they wonder why i'm not sane?
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