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Smells like iron in here. Blood smells like iron.

It's the same shit every day.
The same thoughts, the same voices, the same things to do, the same things not to do,
the same, the same, the same.
And it's all this that just makes me want to just off a bridge, be run over by a train, cut me open.
All these things make me want to leave this world.
Every day.
Every fucking day.

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