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Aug 7
Depression.
But why do I have to
pretend being happy..
For the greater comfort
of everyone around me. .

The great lie.
The one I've been telling myself
for ages.
My silent prison.
My own personal hell.
Sacrelicious
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Sacrelicious  33/M/Hell
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