I think I will dissapear now... I do not think I like it here... Yes, the grass is green and the skies are blue... But you are not me, just like I am not you... I cannot bear to be me any longer... I think I will dissapear now... I know I do not like it here...
Reason for writing:
deep, dark depression.........
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