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I am not happy. I don't know if I've ever been, or if I ever will be. Plenty of shit has happened to me, but plenty of shit has happened to everyone so I shouldn't feel special. I just wish I didn't have a normal person's life. I wish I didn't have a life at all. I wish I was dead. Anyways, I write as an attempt to avoid mutilating my flesh. Enjoy.
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