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I can't find a title.. Just like I can't find my life. The puzzle I was putting together. I have lost all the pieces. Nothing is fitting into place and I feel like giving up. I want to scream, but I don't want anyone to notice me. I want to look strong and that what people say doesn't hurt me. But their words are like knifes slashing in my back. With no one to help me with my wounds. I can't eat, I can't sleep. It's starting all over again. But, I don't want to stop it because it feels natural and feels good. I know it's not health and not good for me. Yet I don't care. I know I wouldn't think twice about leaving this earth.. I have never felt like I was good enough... So this post doesn't have a title because not even my writing deserves it.

I can feel the temptation of old habits.. I feel worthless and empty like a book with no pages, a book with no title. I am not going to stop it. I am going to tear out the pages... And throw them in the ocean forgotten and lost forever... No title