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Jumbled thoughts pounding inside,
running and racing through her mind,
the anger surging through her veins,
a reaction to the internal pain,
voices crowding in her head,
telling her she should be dead,
that she's fat and useless,
lost and clueless,
undeserving of the air she breaths,
telling her that she should leave,
that she's not worthy to roam this land,
to leave her life in a pile on the sand,
and sweep herself away with the tide,
a life set free is better than to hide,
to kill herself quick,
and end the suffering, her mind so sick

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