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We're All Just Dead
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Ongoing, First published Jan 13, 2023
We're all just dead. It's the sad truth. Whether you're really six feet deep or breathing in the unfresh air. Everyone deals with things. Things don't always go the way you want them to. You become depressed, anxious, scared. You don't know how to deal with these things. You hurt yourself to cope. Life almost never goes the way you want it to. Those whose lives do are lying or lucky. And those feelings of jealousy, anger, sadness, depression, regret, despair, disgust, they engulf you in a sea of negativity. Everyone has their own story. But you're not reading everyone's story, that would take too long. So instead, here's mine.

This story contains: sexual assault, rape, depression, self-harm, drinking, smoking, drugs, abuse, child trafficking, murder, suicide, weapons, and cussing. All of this is for awareness purposes and not used to be an asshole towards anyone.
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