I FEEL I'M GOING INSANE,
EVERY THING IS SPINNING FROM PLACE CAN'T IMAGINE THIS PAIN GOING
THROUGH MY HEAD, CAN'T BELIEVE U HAD SOMETHIG
TO DO WITH THIS,
WHY IS MY QUESTION TO THIS PLACE SO DARK AND COLD LIKE A DARK HOLE I'M FALLING EVERY DAY IS DEATH SOMETHING LIKE THIS,
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