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Too much

I took too much.

I did call for help before I began. They will get back to you as soon as they can.

This half life I live in is too much to bear. The feeling betrayed, useless and that nobody cares.

I hid behind the door when a friend came by.  I was alone having a cry.

I'm broken I'm broken what more can I say?  Life is a challenge everyday.

A huge sense of loss seems to ache in my chest. I miss you, I miss me. I failed the test.

I don't see a future. The outlook seems bleak. I miss my my old life and that's what I seek.

Alone by my own choice. But lonely and nobody listens to my voice.
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