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[dyingwelive]

Ugh.
I don't know what to do with myself.
Don't know just, what to do with myself.
Doo doo doo.
White stripes.
Whatever.
I feel...... uhm.
Used.
Yea, that's it.
People talk to me that shouldn't talk to me.
Why?
And why do I talk back?
I'm going to get myself in trouble.
And I know it's coming and I make choices leading to disaster anyway.
I'm a sick, sick person.
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