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Dec 2013
I'm crying, and I can't stop.
I'm sad and it won't stop.
The depression is getting worse.
The anxiety is getting worse.
Why is this happening?
I can't breath.
Why can't I breath?
I'm scarred.
Will tonight be the night I cut again?
I can't breath.
Dusti Baker
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Dusti Baker  Washington
(Washington)   
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