Fuck you.  Fuck you for doing this to me.  The absolute just fucking pain of living and breathing from moment to moment.  Every thought is a death in my mind.  I want to cut into my head just to get the bugs to crawl out.  I’m dying from the inside.  I feel it in my stomach, my legs, my hips, my back, my jaw muscles, my neck, my eyes, and especially especially my head.  Get it out.  Get it to stop.  THE TORTURE, THE ABSOLUTE STABBING, ACHING, KILL ME FEELINGS THAT WON’T GO away sometimes.  Fuck!!!  Make it stop.

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