is
because some
of my
very personal thing
going on.
some
times
i feel like
letting out
every single drop of
misery
in
my blood.
Cut.
bleed.
devoured.
dot.
All
the thinking
making me
sick.
puck.
vomit.
nausea.
hate.
complain.
dot.
personal hole.
i donno who
I could
talk
to.
I
can
never trust
no
one
can
help
me
cause
i can't
even
help
and
trust
myself
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