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As I look over my first year of high school, all I can remember is this BURNING sadness. It throbs in my chest, robbing my lungs of air and causing my mind to slide in a downward spiral. I remember the yelling. I remember the panic. I remember the sorrow coursing through my veins, inching between my bones until it filled every last inch of me. I remember the cuts, most of all. But I also remember my friends. I remember Navleen. I remember Eunice. I remember Damien and Kylee I remember Kayleigh and Humera. I remember the jokes, the silly conversations, the laughter. I remember the stupidity that is the teenager's mind. It's one of our last shots at being kids. We want to take it. But... You Won't Let Us...
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Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
9th Grade
As I look over my first year of high school, all I can remember is this BURNING sadness. It throbs in my chest, robbing my lungs of air and causing my mind to slide in a downward spiral. I remember the yelling. I remember the panic. I remember the sorrow coursing through my veins, inching between my bones until it filled every last inch of me. I remember the cuts, most of all. But I also remember my friends. I remember Navleen. I remember Eunice. I remember Damien and Kylee I remember Kayleigh and Humera. I remember the jokes, the silly conversations, the laughter. I remember the stupidity that is the teenager's mind. It's one of our last shots at being kids. We want to take it. But... You Won't Let Us...
I may be depressed but i am also full of spite
#selfharm#highschool#uh#idk#depression#muchdepression
IFellOffTheSwing
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IFellOffTheSwing
20/Agender/My floor, probably
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
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