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In the end, God will be our only judge.
Life is like a flower. You are planted, you grow, you burst into life, you last awhile and eventually you welter up and die. I thank my guardian angel for watching over me everyday.
i-ndiebliss: oh my gosh
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18:48
I hate my dad, he can go fuck off somewhere. I don’t even care aslong as its far away from me.
21:07

I love being in hospital, all drugged up and needles jabbed in me everywhere. So much fun. I should be dead by now, but no.

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