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Last published Thu, Mar 5, 2020
my life lines are gone, I feel like o cant breath the minute the drug go through my system. I'm stuck in this comatose, dream like state, in my mind it's always cold, the same thing is happening ove rand over again, I lost them, my twin sister and my twin brother. him being 10 mins older and her being 5 mins older... my best friends. my everything just fucking gone, what do I do? how do i ? i cant even breath? and no one understands.... father is making me go me stay with my uncles family.
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