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[mel_issa_mad]

Its all just a familiar echo....the craving for blood. More specifically, the craving for my own death. It runs through my head like wildfire. Nags at every shred of sanity like a child in the back seat of a car on a long car ride. Always pushing, always shreiking. Can't even sleep. Just want death. No point and yet I am still here talking....

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[yourtruthisalie]

You aren't doing it. I'll come up there (on foot if need be) and stop you.

I have to deal with this, so do you. At least you have someone to walk WITH you through this hell. I'm always here for you.