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This is just a poem, a tale. 

I'm not seeking attention nor asking for help.

Thank you. 

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My brain is not in control of my limbs. 

They move uncontrollably. 

My hands twitch around and my fingers bend and flex by themselves. 

my legs feel like kicking things. 

My jaw keeps on biting my lips and tongue. 

I lose control of my face muscles. 

The worst part is my tongue. 

I can't control what it says. 

I unintentionally yell, swear and say random words. 

And it's not out of rage, or fear or any emotion. It's just there. 

It's getting worse everyday. 

I'm afraid i can't control it in front of others anymore. 

I'm losing connection with my flesh. And it's not in an spiritual way. 

I feel like I want to crack my ribs open and let myself get out. 

It's so hard to suppress this person in me who's trying to get out. Will someone help me? 

Open up my chest and take my heart out. 

Let me fly up to my lord, 

And although I know I'm going to hell, He may give me a hug and cure me before that. 

I need someone to hold me close and calm me down. 

A bit of warmness in my cold, hollow heart would help. 

Pillows are so tired of being hugged by me. 

It's been some time since I've smiled ou of happiness.

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This is not a poem or a tale.