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the darkness in my heart seems to grow each day and im running out of reasons to why i have nothing to say they look at me and say it must get easier with time and so they dont worry i say of course it does and im just fine but the truth is i cant sleep and im getting very weak im looking for a reason anything to keep me believing that this life is kind but they dont seem to notice and they dont seem to mind im dying here inside and the truth is i lied im really not okay and i guess thats what i truely want to say