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by The Parrott King Jordan R. Stephens Sep 6, 2021 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The air in here is disgusting. You have lived here for twelve thousand and forty five days. No chance of escape. Your mind; haze. Just accept that this is life. Strife. Strife. Strife. Strife. How is it that a person could be born in a prison? Why is there no intermission?
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