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stoned

Something awash my strengths, an eerie feeling of coldness... I couldn't stop the pain, it overwhelms me... Stripped of my rights I stood still... Stunned, hurt and confused, and just floating... Reality strikes like a whip and it does - It kills. **Sometimes when realization struck us, we feel helpless. Why? Because it would sink into your mind that no matter what, no matter how you try to make things better, it just wouldn't...and that alone hurts.
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Oct 12, 2013
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