I can’t sleep because I can’t cry.

It feels like my core is burning. Like I’m being water-boarded. Like I’m being held at gun point.

I can’t get past this awful sense I’m wrong for simply being alive.

I [must] have done something. Who can love this terrible human being who is burning up inside?

I can’t cry alone, it makes everything worse. But if I keep burning, I’ll die.

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