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These days Ive been feeling like a monster.

Not only that,

Not only a monster.

But a monster with no home at all.

I feel like it doesnt matter how much i call for help. It doesn't matter. I can scream. I can cry.

Scream.

Scream.

Scre. A

m.

Until my throat cuts open. Until i my last breath. Until i bleed these unspoken words.

Unspoken words.

The same words that make me feel horrible every day. Chains that tie me to this floor of misfortune.

When will i ever be free?

Im sorry.

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