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The voices are screaming at me.
Stop. STOP. STOP!
With each time I get more...

The voices are threatening to **** me
Telling me
Dead. Carcass. Dead. Carcass.

STOP. Dead Carcass.
A misinterpreted word.
Stop
Stop taking more
Dont take any more...

Resisting the urge to take more
Is almost unbearable
Resort to taking artificial remedies
Looking down at it as a lump begins to form in my throat.
It's pure white.

The lump is washed away by the water...
And the lump, watered down and soppy
Was not enough to stop my tears.
Rolling down my cheeks

Walking eventually becomes a challenge
My frail body collapses...
It's fuzzy and fading.

Is this the end to my eternal pain
My bones almost seem to protrude from my skin
I was slowly killing myself by stopping....
Because
They already were protruding.