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Jun 2013
I'm dying.
Every minute that passes, I am closer to death.
I withdraw into myself.
Shut the world out
As I hide in my room.
The fire in my eyes has
died.
No one see's me falling apart.
The happy girl routine is getting
To be to hard to keep up.
No one wants to deal with
The ****** up, depressed,
Broken girl I've turned into.
Tick, tock
**It ends tonight.
Angelique Paolucci
Written by
Angelique Paolucci  27/F
(27/F)   
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