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I act okay.
I guess no one would notice anything was wrong.
But the truth below the surface.
Is I'm torn to pieces.
Bloodied and Bruised.
I can't function.
I can't think.
My head pounds.
My stomach twists.
My heart broke.
I feel the urge again to gain control again.
But remember my promise.
And fight myself.
A never ending fight that no one will win.
Won't call and try and talk to help myself.
Feel like s**t.
Breaking down.


I felt numb all day, and with the coming of night this has rushed into my head, pushing out all semblance of control I had.

And still I'll try.