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Help me.
Please... Help me. My insides burn from a forgotten flame and with every breath it only grows and consumes me. My bed has become my grave I sink into the matress of sweat stains from forgotten lovers. I sink quicker into my own demise... Help me. New wounds line once healed flesh. What happened to being ok? What happened to my face in the mirror? What happened to that smile? Up so high then crushed back down to the lowest of lows... the lowest of lows... Everything I touch splinters, and each splinter works it's way into my heart and it burns and it hurts and this pain is unbearable. Help me. Please... Who do I cry out to now? Years of searching for a savior only to realize I can't be saved. All I want is for it all to go away... I just want it all to go away...
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