Sunday 10 February 2008 photo 1/1
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Får ångest I feel the pain and the tears that won't come. I promised myself not to fall apart but isn't this what its like? I just can't be fucked anymore with this. Depression running 180 miles per hour. Thinking thoughts that should not be thought, things that shall not take place but somehow look appealing. I'm scared and no one's here. Or maybe I don't just let them in. I don't know. I need something. Somebody to lean on.
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