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You see, mental health is a funny thing. for some reason, people are afraid to talk about it. You can ask me anytime about it Its not something I notice constantly. Its more of a brick in the bottom of my backpack that I call life. You see, it constantly weighs on me But by now, I’m used to it. You see, I used to question why I constantly felt so hollow But now, I just assume it’s the same thing as my brick It’s funny, you see I almost welcome them nowadays Because whenever I feel happy or full, I know it won’t last Because my brick isn’t there Or at least, I can’t feel it Everyone has a brick, mine is just heavier than others
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Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC
Mental Health
You see, mental health is a funny thing. for some reason, people are afraid to talk about it. You can ask me anytime about it Its not something I notice constantly. Its more of a brick in the bottom of my backpack that I call life. You see, it constantly weighs on me But by now, I’m used to it. You see, I used to question why I constantly felt so hollow But now, I just assume it’s the same thing as my brick It’s funny, you see I almost welcome them nowadays Because whenever I feel happy or full, I know it won’t last Because my brick isn’t there Or at least, I can’t feel it Everyone has a brick, mine is just heavier than others
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24/M/Midwest
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC
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