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Blood flows from my wrists as i sit here as alone as i can be contemplating why i do this to myself there doesn't seem to be a reason not a good one anyway life is the reason it gives me control because i need some relief from the weight of my world crashing down on top of me i'm trying to hold it up but each day it slips a little more and soon it will be a pile of rubble crushing me into the ground someone please help me put my world back together before i am crushed by this mountain of misery
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
my world
Blood flows from my wrists as i sit here as alone as i can be contemplating why i do this to myself there doesn't seem to be a reason not a good one anyway life is the reason it gives me control because i need some relief from the weight of my world crashing down on top of me i'm trying to hold it up but each day it slips a little more and soon it will be a pile of rubble crushing me into the ground someone please help me put my world back together before i am crushed by this mountain of misery
kyss
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Ottawa
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
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