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I hear the silent cries of your pain and suffering. They reach deep into the depth of my soul.

Tormented by the voices loud in your head. Screaming with rage and resentment convincing you that you’re better off dead.

You struggle and fight to the best of your ability. A battle, a war with no end in sight wage with great prejudice and hostility.

The flesh on your body is cut and torn. Each rivulet of blood, a temporary relief. Escaping the body you wish had never been born.

My heart aches as it beats to the dawning of another day. Experiencing the pain, loneliness, and sorrow that I see in others, feel in others. A vile stench that dwells deep within. torturing their spirit as they succumb to a slow and agonizing death with a sense of hopelessness and despair.