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My name is Kamilla and I am sad.

I'm not only sad, although sometimes it feels like it. Like I'm not even flesh and music and good times and bad times, I'm just sad. Just one big contraption of sadness.

But it isn't true. I'm also traumatized, angry, tired, tortured, chilled, artistic, ugly, beautiful, terrified, hidden, lost. Mostly lost.

I'm lost in sadness, I'm lost in heartache and obsession. I'm lost because I don't know where I am. I don't know this person I'm supposed to be, or what I'm fighting for. Just that I'm fighting for something.

So that's me. Kind of dark, I know. Depressing? Maybe. But hey, if I'm too much, you won't be the first person to walk away because of that.

So stay at your own risk.

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