It's so hard to talk when you want to
kill yourself.
That's above and beyond everything else,
and it's not a
like it's physically hard to open your mouth
and make the words come out.
They don't come out smooth
and in conjunction with your brain
the way normal people's words do;
they come out in
as if from a crushed-ice dispenser;
you stumble on them
as they gather behind your lower lip.
So you just keep quiet.
This is the first paragraph. I'm in love.
I feel you.
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