dream (1) 5/11/19 i hold a dead body and weep

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pretty much title... I'm sitting there, her dead body in my hands, and I'm crying, crying, crying...

Why is it a girl? I feel like most texters are girls, somehow... and of all the suicidal people I've known in my life, most of them have been girls, too. Ahh...

I need to stop thinking about these things.

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