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So I was going through my Journal and found this. Yeah, f***. I'm living because I cannot die. But I don't have anything. What I want to do. I'm suffering more than anything. I don't have any friends. I'm lonely. Everyone is telling me to pull myself together to take out my ankle. But the only one here. So what's the point of venting? I'm scared to open my eyes and start breathing
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