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The mystery kills me.
The desire to get out strives me.
My patience thins as time continues to thin.
The paranoia never ends.
My depression always sneaks up on me again.
I pretend I’m not alone because I know I’m not the only one.
Yet I still feel so lonely in this room full of company.
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Rachel Jackson
I’m from Texas and I am dog lover.
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