Amanda Creen
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The whole world around me is crashing down and i have no meaning in life. All i wanted was to have a purpose in life and here i am, living all alone, in a small crappy house, eating shitty fast food all day. When will this all end? Could i make it end. Will it be courage that makes me take my last steps or weekness.
From the perspective of a woman in her 20s going through a dark time in life. No job, no partner, no meaning at all. Inspired by The Dead I Know.
-for James. A man that shall stay in my heart forever.
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