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I canโ€™t get out of my head In there is such a dread  Sometimes I wonder if it were better if I were dead So, I sit and cry lonely in my bed While the disease slowly spreads  My biggest enemies are my triggers One trigger and I see red I almost bled I almost... Continue Reading →

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