Being here makes me sick

Feel ill like something’s been drilled

Into my head like a flock of bees

Stinging my brain
It hurts. God it hurts and I wish I knew no one anymore. I don’t want to sit with my past anymore. 
Writing isn’t helping.i need out..

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