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jobless

by @colleenharrington

as I sit here in a non sterotypical room I think of why are these people here they appear normal to me which means the opposite as well maybe they’ll avoid their eyes meeting my arm my arms the one twitching today with random sensations in my legs I don’t feel well taking the two pills their jobs are to put me on hill & yet here I am still below ground this whole mess looks like a two year old drew a circle there’s no balance here just no death or fear of death even if there was it is gone in one deep breath
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Written by
colleenharrington
29 / F
Published
May 21, 2015
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1m
Tags
#pills#depression#bipolar#sensations#typical#psychiatry#normalcy
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