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i am fighting the urge to run. i have nothing to run from. i have more than most people ever have. i have a good life. but i want to run. i want to run and i want to fade away into the nothingness that i feel i am made of. i want to disappear so no one will ever feel bothered by me again. i want this pain to stop. i want more pain. i want there to be so much pain that i collapse under the weight of it. i want there to be no pain because i am so tired of the pain. i want answers. i want to know why i feel this way when i shouldn't. i want to know where you go when you feel like there is nowhere for you any more. there are no safe places. there is nothing.

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  1. Craig21 November 2012 at 22:24

    Thinking of you Tif.

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  2. Millicent21 November 2012 at 22:27

    I have felt like that too many times. I wish I had answers. All I have is love... Love you. xx

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  3. Unknown21 November 2012 at 22:28

    Don't run. Talk to anyone. Talk to everyone. Talk to me.

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  4. Unknown22 November 2012 at 08:13

    Thinking of you beautiful. Wishing I was there to help. Let me know if there is anything at all that I can do xoxoxox

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