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It's been a weak by now,
My head is pouring bad
thoughts out. It feels like
a prison, can't do anything
about it though.

I'm 14 years old but my mind is already gone.I spent all my time
Hiding from the truth,
I'm insane and want to be dead.

I hear voices in my head,
telling me to do it. Still haven't
listen, or it didn't make a
difference.

14 years old with 2 mental
disorders. That's a bit rough
for being this young. I spent
my time in bed, maybe you
think it's the best, but it's not

14 years old in a mental
hospital. Laying in bed all
day, trying to figure out how did
I came down, to this shit.

14 years of madness consuming
my once pure soul, then
ended up with no hope, or
happy home.

Now I have to spent my life faking smiles and laying down. Who
would of guess that 14 years
would end up like this.

I'm helping my friends with all that I have, draining my strength to 100 percent.

My last word will be the following; I had no recovery.

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