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Sometimes I just feel so much pressure on my chest that it is getting hard to breathe. Everything around does not make sense anymore,  and I can't see clear through all my torments.

I don't know who I am anymore and I feel like every  of the choices, including not choosing, will end me down.

I am so weak facing to people. I am so weak facing to life.

Please, please, don't end me down tonight.

-Caroline.

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