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i cant stop. its intense. its like magic. everytime i do it, it makes me happy. You can feel it running through your body down and up again. All the frustation is gone all the hate, the problems, all those feeling that make you want to scream like the world is about to end all those feelings that you hate: GONE. vanished. they dissapeared. its like candy for a little kid. or wonderland for alice. its like flying away. & never having to come back to all those things that you just hate with your everything. i love doing it. i want to do it. i NEED to do it. i cannot stopp. & i will not. this is what gets me through every single miserable day of my life. but this is making my life like hell ,too. not am i only hurting myself, but them too. i cant lie to them but i cant hurt them either. i just cant. because it kills me to see them like that: over me. over the worthless peace of crap i am. i need to stop.i want to stop. & ill do it. just for them just for that one reason. because i dont need another one. Just for the,.

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