Anguish
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Want to feel solace with the darkness that surrounds you? Want to feel at peace and just embrace your pain and sufferings? This book may help you with that my dear, dark poetry, short stories and quotes. We will be okay :) ❤️
TW: Sadness, suicide, killing mention
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