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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Mon, Jun 22, 2020<5 mins
How it felt to be near my own crossing to the other side, how thoughts crippled a conscious to it's last grasp of air. I try to put into words why I could have ended life without telling why, maybe saying why would just invite more demons to come feast on this conscious more.
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Pain. Agonizing pain. That's all I feel. Voices. Whispering voices. That's all I hear. I hear them over and over inside of my head. I can't escape. I can't fight back. This is my life. This is my story. And if you can give me your time, I'll tell it to you. *Warning: contains themes of selfharm and mental disorders **Completed as of 7/30/18

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