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Sometimes I am sick of being sick. I crawl into the covers and hope tomorrow is a better day. One where my mind won't be so cruel. Yelling insults only I can hear. I wake up only to find. The bully still living in my mind.
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Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 2:48 AM UTC
Sick
Sometimes I am sick of being sick. I crawl into the covers and hope tomorrow is a better day. One where my mind won't be so cruel. Yelling insults only I can hear. I wake up only to find. The bully still living in my mind.
#mental#illness#bully#sick
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42/F/Southern California
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 2:48 AM UTC
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