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Feeling stark and bare. Feeling deadly melancholy. Feeling laconic but abundant in thoughts. Feeling vigorous dread. Feeling desolate, isolated, and forsaken. Bleeding for myself. Selfish, captive, prostitute of suffering. I am defeated.
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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
Tori Amos ~ Crucify
Dx: Schizoaffective Disorder
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