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lost confused stressed
lost amits the choas and carange
the hurt the mess
the fight for control
a cut
a skip of meal
hurting in a way that words can not dicribe
lost and alone
fragile and confused
voices telling me im to blame
the hole mess right in front of me
that some how i created
if its my life
does it mean i'm to blame
could i have stoped this some how
but what happens next
what will the docters say
how can i keep this at aby
i'm not in contorl
this thing contorls me
what if the
docter give me
the anwer thats
more scary then knowing
it would change everything
i may start a bigger
cutting not eating is the only right way i know
sorry seems the world easy to use
to every i talk to aout my moods
how do i know what right for me
when i done know how to say
my moods how out of contorl
when black (downs ) apper ti black
parna kicked in all the time
the voices rule my evey thought
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