Tonight

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Fuck,
Here we go again.
Fake laughter,
Fake friends.

Someone help me.
I don't want to walk on this god forsaken planet any longer

Haven't I made it obvious?
I'm breaking.
Haven't you noticed how I look away when you look at me?
How I avoid your questions?

I'm done.
How many people would care if I died tonight?

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