The silent malevolence of an angered teenage mind simmers on the brink at the utmost fore point of my brain. Chemicals are unbalanced and the seething turmoil that is devouring my sanity laughs and sneers at me. I cry, the hot, wet tears streaking my face and destroying the last vestige on control I had left. The tears drip, snapping onto crisp
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