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Thinking about you.
In my dreams everything is alright. We are happy and alive. Despise all that's going on. I wake up to nothing but a heavy blanket that keeps me down. I can't move. I can't think. My heart is racing and my mind is pasceing. I'm so angry I can't think. So hurt I can say. I black out and come back to a recked room. The red rose blood drips from my finger tips. Hand is slashed open. This dosent happen often. I know I did wrong and I try to make it calm but I know it never will. I'm not strong. Not anymore. Holes everywhere and things broken. Sit in the middle of the floor thinking. "what happened."
-camargo
