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Jan 2016
I don't know how to describe the way I feel.
All of this doesn't even feel real.
I try to take the pain away.
I can't even build up the strength to pray.
I'm afraid God's disappointed in me.
I just want to feel free.
The scars I make help me feel okay.
They help take the pain away.
They make me feel like I've paid my debt.
So I don't have to live with regret.
Sometimes I just wanna disappear.
Someone help me get out of here.
Nicole Wojciechowski
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