For so long now I have been in hiding and it's literally killing me. I need to reach out. I need help. I'm not ok. It's like the song damaged by plumb. I have always struggled with words. I need to talk.... how? What do I say? There is so much pain inside. I am a recovering self-injurer and I cannot hurt myself anymore. It only makes things even worse for me. ToSday I don't feel very strong. I cannot hold up this whatever it is for any longer. I need help. I need someone to talk to. I'm afraid. Please help.
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