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Art Webkinz Pet Shrine Recommendations

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Will there ever be a point to it all? I know you're scared—I'm scared too. I'm scared of a world where I'm needed. I never talk to anyone outside of family and social media. I'm miserable. Is it worth it? To keep going? I would say, "I don't know," But I say "I don't know" to everything, So I guess I'll say "no" instead. Don't kill yourself, But I don't know how much longer I can go on. I'm tired of this. Show me the place where you grew up. Show me a cartoon of a good life. Give me hope—I'm begging for it. I can't do this anymore. Therapy doesn't feel real. Therapists feel like they hate you. Don't trust the pills. Don't trust anyone. They say don't trust it, but I'm desperate. I need someone to trust—desperately. Even if that means putting myself in dangerous situations, Even in the hands of people who would hurt me. Life sucks, I guess. I don’t know. Maybe it’ll always be horrible. I can’t get a job. I can’t talk to people. So what now? Burden others with my problems? Rot in my room until my parents kick me out? Or take the easy way out? Am I worth the worry? Am I worth anything? Or will you bury me in dirt and forget I ever existed? I'm desperate for love and worth. Please.

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As soon as I saw that blade. Spinning out of control. I saw blood, I saw red. Splattered without a goal. What would happen if I touched. That sharp, dangerous edge. I know the answer, I've seen it. But still, I take the pledge. To act as though I'm unaware. Of the danger that lies ahead. And as my fingertips graze the metal. The hallucination becomes dread. The blood I once thought was fake. Becomes all too real. As it spills from my skin. And the pain is all I feel. The blade, a symbol of danger. The blood, a warning sign. But still, I cannot resist. The temptation it entwines. I close my eyes, I take a breath. I know I've made a mistake. For in that moment of curiosity. I've caused my own heartache. So beware the spinning blade. It holds a power untold. For once you touch its deadly edge. You'll see the blood, so bold.