Suicidal Thoughts
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MatureComplete Tue, Jul 18, 201716m
Have you ever had that feeling when you try to sleep you cant because you van sense someone else there with you but the minute you realized that is just the demons that are inside your head, they're not letting you sleep, eat, anything.
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