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WHERE DREAMS GO TO DIE- A floor covered with used needles, human excrements and the remnants of hope and smiles were not enough to send me running out the door. No! I had to go inside. The needles shattered beneath my feet, Iike every person's dreams that walked through that same door. I dont want to be here! But i kept walking. Inside the hall of this once grande house absolute despair unfolded at its worst. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw, no book, no lecture no nothing. There, on the wall across the hall, carved with a knife and blood "I DONT WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE". I cant breathe, i need to get out. F**k this and f**k this picture.
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