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Feb 2015
I speak
I stumble
over words
not so
easily said
I wreak
of *****
habits and
I feel
less then
I would
if I
were dead.

I have
given up
I cry
and oh,
please
believe me
when I
say I've
I've tried
to stay
alive...
but I
cannot simply
change the
fact that
sometimes I
want to
die.
The loveliness of chemical imbalances in the brain
witchy woman
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witchy woman  28/F/here, there & everywhere
(28/F/here, there & everywhere)   
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