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What happens when you're grown up with negativity?Satanic mind and hell of addiction towards detrimental stuff...Depression and anxiety are a part of your life.The torture you don't let go and let others curse and sympathize your life,when you are psychologically sick and the darkness that you bear takes you away towards nothing but hell...You never learn to embrace and appreciate yourself and the worst part? Bottling up everything just to suffer,as If there's no tomorrow..You're a loser.You are nothing but a god damn loser!!
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