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I sink into despair for hours upon end, unable to rise back out again.
What does one do when they’ve never known normal? When the there’s little will left to toil?
I cry out and beg for forgiveness, but I hear no response. I scream as loud as I can but nothing comes out of my mouth.
A Hellish mire of my desire. To burn away my sins only for more to emerge from the ashes.
Nothing I do is good enough. Nothing is true anymore.
The darkness consumes me.
Death calls me, I answer, wrong number.
I know not what I feel, I know not what I am,
I know not what the Hellish torture of my mind transcends.
To all who are out there, to all who witness. Hear my plea.
Help me please…
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