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I am dead. I am dying. There is nothing on the inside. I need someone to save me. and sadly i think i know the only person who can. Think about it a bit. Im doomed. This must be depression. This has to be it. I dont know why i am like this. And then i try to think why i should be like this, a reason, and it depresses me more. But what i think isnt the answer. I dont want to be after school. I could care less for everything that i once cared a lot for. Its impoissible to l ive like this. I feel like i am sleeping. Like my body thinks i am sleeping. So i am breathing very slowly. And not talking very much. I am dying. Its awful.