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Please pray for me. I can't take any more. I wish I would die. I found two bedbugs in my bed. This is like the sixth spraying. And Jim hurt me. He came up behind me to massage my neck and my back while I was typing. I told me not to touch my throat. He just did anyway. He did not choke me or do that on purpose. It was more the fact that he kept going to my throat that hurt me. Nothing can ever go right or get better in my life. Why does God keep me here?