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Jan 27
Sliding the blade across my skin hurts but I can’t take my emotions anymore.
I cry at the sight of torn up skin, the blood seeping down my arms, I fall to the floor.
The darkness won this time around I feel like I can't beat it.
Because every time the lightness grows the dark goes in and eats it.
I don’t know what to do. My despair I feel is growing.
I want there to be a candle in this dark room where the light is showing.
But my demons are winning. I feel I can’t go on.
Everything I try to do feels wrong.
I want my angels to help me out of this forest of hate.
I feel I’m dying, I need help before it’s too late
Abigail Sandquist
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Abigail Sandquist  24/F/Texas
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