My throat hurts from choking down the words that seem to linger on the tip of my tongue. Ready at a moments notice they spit out like venom and leave me with an even more broken sense of being. What started as a small spot has grown to the point of what I fear is no return. I don't want to give into the over whelming feelings of giving up but I'm starting to believe its the only way. These feelings have manifested themselves in to living breathing organisms that breed their own feelings of frustration, rejection, and loathing. I'm drowning. You can see me but you won't even throw me the life preserve because you ....
Wait, what's your reason again?
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