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May 2013
Sometimes I feel like I can't get through the day...
And I often wonder why no one reaches out to help me.
But then I realize,
I feel like screaming to the top of my lungs, but nothing comes out.
I find out that that is just my imagination playing tricks.
I never called out for help at all.
And I probably never will.
Erin-Taylor
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Erin-Taylor  24/F/New Jersey
(24/F/New Jersey)   
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