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Apr 2017
I feel like a burden, an inconvenience, a waste of breath, a waste of time, annoying all living things that come near me. I can't shake this feeling and I cry to myself, I cry myself to sleep, I hide my face as I weep, from my family and friends, even my pets. I don't want them to see me upset, to be more of an inconvenience. Don't ask me if I'm okay, don't waste your time, I've done enough of that already, I'm just down, down and steady.
Written on 4/1/17
Rachel Procopio
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Rachel Procopio  26/F
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