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Sick of Life
trained not to think
Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows. Young as I was, I understood.
Teen angst
Death
Too much bad poetry on E2
My Angst Ate my Suffering in a Void of Meaningless Existential Nihilistic Self-Oppression: An Poem
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