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Life Sitting there, alone, afriad, listening to screaming and yelling soaring about in my head. As if the devil is toying with my eyes, making me see only what she wants me to see. Can I withstand the torture embedding on my brain, driving me border line insane. Building up strength to stand up and walk, traveling down this dark, mysterious path, wondering where it will end. Will I ever get there, and if I do get there will it be more then I can bare?
