I'm just so tired. Sometimes I need help. And I swear I reached out. Well, I'm wrong. Like a fool I keep thinking maybe this time someone would help. Something would change. I reached out, I swear. Right now I'm having a battle with myself to end it or keep thinking of the few people that I'm thinking would be affected.

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