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Jan 2015
Its almost like drowning,
All I can hear are the voices in my head screaming
"Do it, do it" as I stare at the knife in my hand
and I want to so ******* badly.
I don't know how strong my will is anymore,
or how much longer I'll be able to fight it.
Emily Joyce
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Emily Joyce  21/F/Maine
(21/F/Maine)   
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