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Nov 2012
I am pounding on the walls,
Clawing at my skin.
Make it stop,
Oh god, please.
I can't take it,
It's tearing me apart.

It's silent,
They're in my head.
Telling me what to think,
What to do.
Not myself.
I've ripped apart my flesh,
To please them.
Oh god,
It's happening again.
Help me,
Please.
Kendra Hall
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