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these feelings are destroying me. tearing at me, taunting me. knowing i'm stronger, but knowing it's so easy to slip down into it. let it build me up and tear me down. i want it. i want release, i want this to be over. it will fade soon enough if i let it be, but to go out in a blaze of glory. this sensation, like johnny rotten.

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