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2:14 p.m. - 01/02/2018
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I'm never going to be normal. And so no one will ever love me. They'll be there temporarily. But sooner or later it gets to be too much and they all leave. What's the point in living. I'll never be fixed. I've tried. This was and lonely existence is not worth my time. It's not worth my life. I want to die.
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