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here i am again. stuck in places ive been before. i can hear the demons whispering. telling me softly they can make it better. my eyes are closing and my love for you. im winding down sprialing slowly. surely. trying so hard to fight this feeling. its repetitive. a sinking feeling. feeling alone and scared. stressed and anxious. confused and all knowing at the same time. i know whats best for me. i know what i want. i want it to be ok. but these thoughts of you tormenting my stomache.
"If ther is a God, I hope he can save me. If not, I hope I can save myself."
"If ther is a God, I hope he can save me. If not, I hope I can save myself."