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the sounds of my frustration are practically palpable I can feel the hate I have for myself my breathes short my hands twitching I seep anger and weep shame there is nowhere to turn except inside the same place I’m running from the same thing that’s hunting me even now I can’t write any more I have become an external I’m worried I’m… scared there I said it I am scared I am terrified I am justified I am fleeing from myself and I know there’s no use somebody, please forgive me I don’t deserve this whatever I did, it’s not equal to self-destruction of the black hole I created in myself
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Dec 19, 2010
Dec 19, 2010 at 9:09 AM UTC
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the sounds of my frustration are practically palpable I can feel the hate I have for myself my breathes short my hands twitching I seep anger and weep shame there is nowhere to turn except inside the same place I’m running from the same thing that’s hunting me even now I can’t write any more I have become an external I’m worried I’m… scared there I said it I am scared I am terrified I am justified I am fleeing from myself and I know there’s no use somebody, please forgive me I don’t deserve this whatever I did, it’s not equal to self-destruction of the black hole I created in myself
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Dec 19, 2010
Dec 19, 2010 at 9:09 AM UTC
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