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twenty
i never imagined living to this age
and maybe that’s why it all feels so surreal
the younger version of me lost hope so quickly
i never planned to reach this day
i don’t want to celebrate
i don’t want to blow out any candles
or open any gifts
i want to feel better
i’m spending the couple nights before i turn twenty relapsing alone in a cold room
there is nothing ...
Friday 29th October 2021 5:01 am
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