Thrown Away

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I had that kind of nightmare where all your worst memories come back to haunt you. The kind of dream where you wake up screaming and throwing your pillow across the room. When I stopped screaming I crawled by the door and cried. When would this nightmare end? Never. I will never escape this madness. "I HATE MY LIFE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. No amount of good memories could bring back my sanity. No friends, boyfriends, therapy, NOTHING. I'm too broken to be fixed, too sad to be happy for a second. This would be my life....

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