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When I spoke of death you brushed it off and laughed in my face . This isn’t just a stage ..I’m so afraid of where my mind will take me on a daily basis. Living in this hell, feels like I’m always failing...I can’t breathe .. need to gather my thoughts and leave this place . Stuck in a trance ..suffocation takes place . Walls closing in .. feels as if there is a clamp around my neck cutting my will to live ...but this is what I get , because when I spoke of death you brushed it off and laughed in my face.