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They keep me under their careful eye, they force me to do things that I don't want to do. They keep me caged in a tiny box unable to break free lest they take away everyone and everything I love about my tiny little life. They think they are helping me but in all reality they are killing me. Slowly, day by day. They are the reason my emotions are gone except for anger, sadness, and self hate. They are the reason I no longer want to continue with anything. I am nothing but a dying animal. They keep trying to save me and make me live but they don't know that the pain is becoming too great and I am begging for them to just let me die. Please just make it go away. But they save me and patch up my wounds and shove me back into the horrid evil game of life. They think they are all mighty and kind but they are just cruel monsters who have the money to make them look great. If they lived just as I do they would be begging to die.  They tear my family apart and my will to live. They say they are on my team and that they're looking out for my interests. They call themselves my "friends".


I found this on facebook somewhere but it doesn't say who wrote it  but props to whoever did.

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