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Mar 2016
Living has become this constant nightmare. I wake up feeling like hell. I feel suffocated and embarrassed. I carry on living two lives, one for the public and one just for me. Depression is the hell that eats me up. I put a phasade of a perfect girl who has everything put together.  

I hide and put up a wall that is so high that you will never see my pain or my thoughts.
Haven't posted anything in a while so I thought I'd post this. This is a poem by aome spoken word poet that touched me.
Poetic Thoughts
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Poetic Thoughts  Depression land
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