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12 years
144 months
4380 days
104120 hours
6307200 minutes
378342000 seconds
Of thinking it was your fault your friend and their lover is dead
Of knowing your last living friend hates you
Of knowing the traitor is out there free somewhere
Of depression that just keeps getting worse
Of being locked away
Of knowing the world hates you
Of knowing you'll never see ANY of your friends again
Of barley keeping on living
Never mind keeping sanity

Could you do that for your friends?

I'M
NOT
OKAY

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