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Like a sick horse

Yes mother I feel, I can feel my head turning inisde out it hurts so much oh please please could you hold me for a minute or half i can feel every inch of me turning and twisting and breaking i see my eyes pop out of my head along with my heart and a bit of my brain please dont let me die alone not tonight I dont want to go on my own can I hold your hand as I slowly pass away just one time I speak nonsense im so afriad everything hurts so bad my bones feel very weak I just need to lay down for a bit the fatuige is killing me everyday i can no longer think all i want is to sleep please hold me for a minute or half i dont want to go on my own tonight youre sleeping and dreaming while i try not to wake everyone up with my hoarsely loud cries I hold my mouth with shaking hands eyes focusedon the blade skin wet with fresh blood im so teribbly afraid that i did this to myself headache is eating me alive i cannot sleep but im so tired im so alone and so expired constant needles in the head along with feeling of weak legs I can barley walk or talk let me fall into our arms and rest for eternity im like a sick horse theres no hope someone should help me and you know what is the only right solution

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