It's a fucked up world
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Ongoing7m
Last published Wed, Aug 23, 2017
Dark,Broken,Depression,Sad,Lonely,Alone,Empty,Bruised,Stressed,Crushed,Wrong,Victimised,Scared,Fear,Scream,Cry,Nothing,Down,Hurt,Confused,Lonely,Unloved,Judged,Misunderstood,Hate,Pressured,Pathetic,Pain,Tired,Torn,Unhappy,Nothing,Death,Hated,Hatred,Abused,Failure,Rejected,Defeated,Fucked up.
Welcome to the alternative universe where everything is not rainbow and sparkles. Just black.
IT'S A FUCKED UP WORLD
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