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Feb 2015
You say that you're worried
That's why you told them
That it would help
Just talk to them
Well guess what?
It didn't
Being forced under a microscope
Poked and prodded
Treated like a kid who lost her mind
Who went wrong and is ******* up her life
You think that helps?
I'd rather find comfort in myself
Then be subjected to that again
So please from the bottom of my heart
Stop trying to help me
In what world will being forced to talk about personal things with strangers help me?
Destani McKee
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Destani McKee  Las Vegas
(Las Vegas)   
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