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  • Can feel them fill me up. Can almost hear their plotting whisper under my skin; hear them murmur alternately threats and pleas. Secret, annoying, humiliating: they make me ashamed of myself, they make me angry. I want them gone. They want out. It's a hard battle that consumes my energy, swallows up my life. Tears vs me.
    I'm on the brink all the time. But I keep pushing that brink a little further away each day. And further. Hoping one day it'll be out of sight. One day I'll wake up and not need to cry.
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