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I'm tearing myself apart, with the help of my tormentors. I can feel my seams splitting and everything I know and everything I've been through come flooding out to all of those who care about me.

I can't let that happen. I don't want it to happen. If I think I might slip up, I might not be reachable on here for a while. I can't let anyone
waste their time on me.


I'm not worth it.

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