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Sep 2020
Help me
The noises are getting too loud to escape.
Each is telling me to do a crime that I don’t want to comment on.
I swear I’m not a bad person.
Who will Believe the me?
It’s not as bad as it sounds.
I’m only sick, not dangerous.
Written by
Blake  24/FTM
(24/FTM)   
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