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Aug 2015
I've been driving myself mad for years. Hearing these voices burns me with pure a panic, it sears.

I scream until I can't anymore
My unanswered pleas coming out broken and raw.

From my polluted mind I yearn to run.
I'm so very close to swallowing the barrel of my metaphorical gun.
(C) 2015
Waiting4TheStop
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Waiting4TheStop  29/Gender Fluid/United Kingdom
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