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The only thing keeping me from not killing myself is my imagination. By imagining a partner, a life elsewhere, a f****** smile—handsome at that. I can’t survive and bear the consequences i’m too pathetic. Even if I end up with some pay-pig or as a repulsive last resort prostitute I just want to feel loved, even if it’s false i can fool myself.

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