Dearest ********,
You have problems. Serious issues you aren't addressing. Like that time downtown in the dark. And those nights alone when you cried. And the feelings that ooze out like blood sticky red pulsating and metallic. You need help, to cure your wound head. Head-wound. There is a little queen in your brain who tells you to burn things down. You try to tell others that you need help but they think you're joking. You're insanity is NOT A JOKE YOU NEED HELP. You're awash in a sea of bad ideas and bad things and bad people.
Love Yourself
Marionette Dragon Community Member 
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