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MLG5X

Published: Sep 24, 2014

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I existed, I know I existed.

I had a lot of friends.

I had a decent job.

I had a loving, caring family.

And yet.

Why did I stop existing?

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JuuzouIsBae

Aug 13, 2016

This is beautiful

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