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Aug 2015
Suicide -- its a suicide,
with these constant battles, I face alone inside.
my body, soul and spirit  -- battling my cruel mind.
sick of searching for the peace -- I keep failing to find.
The search has me fighting emotions of a different kind.
The longer I try, the harder it is not to hide, these feelings
and thoughts trapped in my mind -- especially when
I'm already dying inside.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   Rose Harvey, biche and ---
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