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Everything hurts. I feel so broken and empty inside. I want to cry but I can’t. If I do they’ll see. I don’t want to go to college, or go to work, or do anything. I just want to cease. I want to end. I can’t take this pain anymore. The medicine doesn’t help. The therapy doesn’t help. Contact with people grows steadily more intolerable. I don’t want to be one of the names in the paper. I don’t want to be a statistic. But it’s happening. I can feel it approaching me, consuming me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I’m going to die