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Oct 2014
It's too much for me to handle. Boiling over my sides. Hitting me. Cutting me deeper with its jagged edges. The pain is too hard to handle alone. But I am standing here, people ready to listen. I can't speak a word because when I do that, my fire will catch everything around me. Mass destruction. It will **** all around me. I'd rather die alone than take everyone with me.
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destructivebeing
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   Thoughtful and Rose
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