help me:sad poem

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my heart,oh the pain

my chest,the way it burns'

sharp like needles, burns and scrapes

no one believes me!oh the way i grieve 

nausea, im short of breath 

scared of crying, bring me death

feel like fainting,stay asleep

maybe then my dreams will keep

mindless thoughts, empty, lost

gaping holes in my soul 

i wonder if i need help

i hide everything from the world...

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