I hate people like me. I hear voices that I can't see, I'm sick of hiding my scars. I deserve to die, I want to die. There's nothing left here for me, and the longer I stay the more people I hurt. I need someone to talk to, someone that's been where I am and come through it. I've set a date, a place for the end. Is it too late?
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