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Dec 2014
Why do I keep this part of me a secret?
Why don't I get help?
Why in the world would I try and go through this all by myself?
Because when I look at myself and see what I have created.. I hate it. I hate it so much. I don't want other people to see this part of me and hate me just as much as I hate it.
I don't need people to worry for me. I promise I do enough without other peoples help.
Talking to people will make it real. I don't want to become this monster In my mind.
So why do I pretend?
Because I don't want other people to suffer as much as I have to.
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