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I feel like death, I think about death, I want death to come to me. No matter who I reach out to, who i talk to it never seems to help the problem. My problem is deeper, more painful than you could ever imagine. I fight everyday and its still not enough. I do not care about anything nor do I wish to care. I seem stuck in quick sand and keep sinking and sinking. I yell for help but no one comes.
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~ Listen to the rain. Feel the touch of tears that fall, they won't fall forever. All things come, all things go. ~
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