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Sep 2017
The fire burns through my chest. The blood drawn from my skin is fresh. I make mistakes but I try my best. I feel the heat burning my flesh. The smell of burnt skin and blood makes me dizzy. I call a friend but I guess he's to busy. To answer a friend in need of assistance. I tell my parents "I just need some distance." I say I'm fine but I'm dying inside. I hear the voices and I try to hide. But I can't get away cuz they're in my mind. I can't stop the feeling of this fire inside.
Depression hits like a truck and it has no breaks
Written by
Eddie John  19/M/Oregon
(19/M/Oregon)   
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