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Mar 2018
I don’t know why I am so sad. I don’t know why I get so mad. I am always depressed and ready to die, I feel like I’m being eaten alive. I’ll be going about my day when suddenly it hits me, suddenly I’ll see my grave. I have so many blessings in my life but the pain just won’t subside. It’s like I have a demon inside, it’s like I cannot breathe yet I’m being forced to stay alive. I try to act like I’m happy and okay but people are starting to see me going back to my old ways. How much longer do I have? That question I cannot answer, I’m just a total disaster. I’m holding on by a thread that’s about to break I feel it I feel it someday soon I won’t be awake.
Victoria Ensz
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Victoria Ensz  20/F/Seattle Washington
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