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Dec 2011
They think it's a game.
They think I choose to play.
They think I want to be this way.

Like I'm making it all up.
Like I'm doing it for attention,.
Like I'm in some other dimension.

No. I wish I could change.
No. I wish I could get well.
Don't you understand?
**I'm in ******* in hell.
Jenna Andrews
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