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my six years of life

by SilhouetteOfADeadKid

When you say that life is easy, a little frustration is as bad as it gets, I ask you what you were doing at age six. were you running through the park? playing with your friends? doing nothing much? careless of the world? What if your whole life is determined at age six? When I say that life is hard, it's never been a good thing, you ask me what I was doing at age six. I was running through the fields, hoping I'd forget. I talked to almost no one, doing nothing much. I cared too much about the smallest things and just hoped that it would stop. It never stopped. Six was the age I accepted that I would never be happy. I knew I was different but I thought it would fade, that maybe I'd forget and be able to stay. But my whole life was determined at age six.
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SilhouetteOfADeadKid
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Written by
SilhouetteOfADeadKid
14 / Gender Fluid
Published
May 12, 2018
Time
2m
Tags
#privellege#suicide#depression#anxiety#panicattack#socialanxiety#fuckedforlife#forget#thewayoflife
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