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Last published Sun, Apr 16, 2017
I couldn't take it. I had to be in a better place, one where I could tell people things and they wouldn't judge. One where they would understand what I was going through and help me. But no one did. They still don't care. Even when they knew I was hurt. And dying. Inside and out.
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