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Emotional Suicide

i smile when i first see you each day. i frown, as i cling onto you tightly when i'm about to leave. i cringe at the thought of how many times a day i stop myself from saying to you how i really feel. how i really feel.. that could be summed up in very few words in the english language. but to speak those few words would be like wrapping your hands around my neck. it would nearly kill me.

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