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Dec 2015
Another night of overthinking,
unable to sleep with all the sinking
into the darkness fuelled thoughts that cloud my mind -
the mistakes of the past I cannot leave behind.

Another morning of oversleeping - so free,
desperate for the temporary state of nihility,
wanting to remain safe from the world around me,
just call me a reality escapee.
exhausted depression depressed anxiety phobic suicide suicidal ptsd bpd
Shay
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Shay  27/F
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   Mike Essig
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