novembre 2011
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these past few nights i could only think of death....
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what must it be like not to feel or be? to not presenciate time or space when everyone else alive does? for everyone that knows of me, to die along with my identity? to sleep forever, unmoving and unaware:
where do i stay when everything else goes on? what is most shaking is that i was once not alive.
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imfamousontumblr:
i want to be friends with so many of you but i think you all hate me so i just like your posts
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