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Feb 15, 2007 16:00

there is not a single thing in my life I am happy about now nor have I ever been happy about. Every single ounce of toil, every action I make, and every thought I go through day in and day out makes me envy the dead and wish I went with the ones that I was happy with.

I wish I were fucking dead or dying already.
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