I wan’t to die so bad there is no escape anymore. Nothing feels real anymore. This is like a lucid nightmare. I’m just rotting where I sit. And everything has been ruined. I forgot what it was like to simply have nothing ahead. and well, there is nothing ahead for a long time.
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