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Don't Let Me Drown

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I'm nothing, I've always been nothing. I can't do anything special or recognizable, and I have nothing besides anything I can get away with hiding. I have no family, I have no friends, I'm government property because my parents were fucking assholes and abandoned me. I hate everything except the things that get me through everything. I wasn't sure how I ended up here, but apparently I have zero decision of what I'm allowed to do, and now I get to share a bus with a ton of people to "build character" whatever that bullshit means. I just want to be left alone for once and fade into the nothingness I am.All Rights Reserved

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