INTERLUDE
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Ongoing5m
Last published Sun, May 31, 2020
I am going to use this medium to show my online journal. It concerns me rereading it. I wrote it over the course of my junior year, and looking back as an almost gone senior I am scared for my past self. The self awareness blinded me to my now obvious depression, apparent in the words from the next few entries. I wish the lights had not been pinched out, that I had not given all I had, that there was a single drop of me left to savor. Please heed this warning.
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