All the thoughts I had
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I am a man you don't know. A man you will never know. A man you don't want to know, but still, I am here and you are curious. Why are you? I am a soul in a body full of unwanted thoughts. I am unwanted but still exist. People don't notice me or don't want to notice me, why to bother with such a useless creature.
tw: suïcide, depression, anxiety, mental illness .
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