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I...am but One of many.
Many who feel like me. The only thing I ask is... Would you listen please? Open yourself up, and Listen to my plea. All I need is someone... to listen to me. No one has heard, let alone listen to my cries. And so very soon I think I shall die! Oh not a death of the body. No, no my body is fine. I shall die internally. Oh, a death of the mind. This is my broken,shattered self. The fragments laying on the floor. Please oh please pick them up before they break some more! Here I sit and beg of you... to help put them back together. How many times must I ask in my very last letter? Will you try and help make the pieces fit together? Oh but it would be my luck... I am missing a piece, never... Never to be whole. Always lost and alone. And when i finish this letter, my mind will be gone.
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