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Mar 2017
I need to stop talking to you.

Because I tell the truth?


**Because you know everything I say is spot on. Because you don't like what you hear. Because you want to die, the only issue is that a bullet is too simple.
I talk to myself a little too much. It scares people. I talked through this entire thing out loud without realizing it, and turned to see a look of horror on my co-worker's face. He repeated it back to me almost word for word.
Written by
Wordfreak  21/M/Chappell, Nebraska
(21/M/Chappell, Nebraska)   
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