too late
If someone could truly see how my mind works and the thoughts that run through it, they probably wouldn't be here. They would surely start to worry. I just need to know how to make people perceive my state without using words. I beg and cry, I crawl and humiliate myself pleading for protection. Not even then, only until I hit rock bottom. Then they will regret not offering help, but it will be too late.
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