what are you waiting for?

I don't know where this anger come from. A cold that just slowly seeping in. Lie. I know what it is. WHO it is. Time is ticking and I'm supposed to think but all I can think about are just ways of hurting myself. I'm more dangerous for other people than myself. I have to consider to end myself. Maybe that's what I'm supposed to be thinking about.

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