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Yelling

This
addiction goes deeper within, then what's on my surface skin. I think
the depressed stress, and knowing the end consequence. Is a drug, of
adrenaline I suck in. I manipulate myself as to think I can handle
everything. Maybe my secert self, is a suicide yell for help. Please
believe I want to be free of my mental disease, without sitting in a
cell. Pleading from hell. Love is down the hall.-Whiteshadoe

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