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I know that at this point I am talking to no one. I literally feel like my heart has been ripped from my chest and someone keeps pouring salt into the wound and rubbing it in. It feels as though it may never stop. I know that is the BPD talking but I don't know how to stop it.
If anyone is out there. If you can hear me. Make it stop. Make the pain dull. Stop this hurt. I can't handle it right now. Please go away. . . .
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