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Hello, I want to tell you my story and I don’t know how it starts. So I plead with you to please open your minds but most importantly to open your hearts. I forget my words, I tic, I stutter my sentences don’t come out. Hysteria builds up inside I want to break things I want to scream and shout. I know I’m enigmatic this I will agree. But please don’t embarrass yourself not for one moment and think you’re better than me. I will never apologize on how I think or even how I feel. Because many of you need to learn the ediology and the mindset of the mentally ill. “I hear she’s bipolar” as they rythmatically shake their ugly heads. Then one whispers to the other “have you seen her lately I bet she’s off her meds.” When the moon disappears I am left with anguished thoughts and tension filled with unease. I then skillfully and methodically look for my muse I raise my hand and a tear filled voice I say “may I ask you a question please? 31 is my lucky number as I stand in the food line today. Bet never in my wildness nightmares though I would ever live this way. My pillow is my companion as it buffers my screams of dispair. This life that has been bestowed apon me I feel is beyond repair. I find it quit embarrassing that I only have 3 friends named me, myself and I. I’m sure that number will remain the same when I close my eyes and die. I have layed on the floors of mentally ill hosptials and had my knees buckled at the county jail. You see I have slipped into the darkness of the abyss falling into spine chilling hell. I have re-read my loqorrhea and had a chuckle or two. I do not know what will become of me so I will say farewell,audios, and thankfully and respectfully I bid you all adieu.
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