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Emotionally thrashed, hopeless, unloved, alone... Every thought I have only hurts me more, where ever I run there is no day. I have no place to go. Every move I make is wrong, and no matter where I hide there is always myself to tear me down. With no way to escape, I can only hope it gets worse in order to take my mind off how it is already. What joy I have left is only in memory, and even then is clouded and distant as though it might have not existed at all. I feel worthless and unimportant, unnoticed and unknown. Without a voice, I have no way of expressing my sorrow... and so it festers, and grows in my very bones. A heavy heart feels unused and unheld in my chest. I have forced my hopes not to rise, for when they do, they have only that much farther to fall. I don't have a chance. I can't win... I might as well not even try.