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Torment

It's taking over my life. It's taking control of me. I give into its wishes. I listen to its commands. It declares my every move. I'm a puppet and it's my master holding the strings, holding the reins to my life It dominates me. It restrains me. It keeps me paralyzed. But I can't ask for help. Asking for help admits defeat. I can never admit defeat. Defeat means weakness. Weakness means I'm powerless. When I'm powerless, I'm, hopeless.
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shaina-stein
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Aug 18, 2014
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#life#lost#path#hopeless#journey#control#torment#weakness#commands#powerless
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