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il computer from il trocco e la mascher (1984)
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Bone Chair by Eugene von Bruenchenhein
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depressions officially over, hello mania, i missed you!
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scarification tattoos
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Hachi-San-Bunbun from Japan's body mod scene
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old suicide note
Dear friends,
I wish I had a peace of mind to do this properly. You deserve a much better farewell. I am sorry. Please don't ever feel responsible or think you could have done something. Cherish our good memories and enjoy this life for me. Plant a cypress tree if you bury me. If you can find any good pieces left of my body make instruments out of them.
I loved you all deeply. Thank you for everything.
2024 Berlin
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Nude Vampire With Gloves by Tanja Jeremić
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what this is
"Suicidal depression is a state of cold, agitated horror and relentless despair. The things you most love in life leach away. Everything is an effort, all day and throughout the night. There is no hope, no point, no nothing."
Kay Redfield Jamison - The Unquiet Mind
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