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Jan 2011
In these times, when enduring great strain
I do it, I've done it, just shut down my brain
It's a blocking system, it reduces the pain
Shutting, cutting it out with nothing to gain
My heart is aching, bloated inside my chest
Nothing excites me fully. Powder, ***, rest
It's like you are trying, putting me to a test
Stay silent, stay absent keep molesting my heart
Can't function with so much restricted breath
I can't take this, can't endure it much longer
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Jane Doe Erin O
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