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Oct 2020
Her voice like an echo the tolling of a bell ringing over and over. Every flaw and doubtful moment she drones on about. She echos your words alot but locked away behind my eyes you don't see the torture that comes from within. Most days I keep her quiet I can find something to bring a smile but when times are quiet or if times are hard she flares up to bounce the same words you throw at me tell I feel near nothing anymore my only wish to be gone. No more pain and torture from life no more rotting from the inside out. Then like a blanket covering me i pass into dreamlessness nothing but darkness as I shut down.
Rachel Upton
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Rachel Upton  28/F/Idaho
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