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9 days in

by elyzabeth-rose

9 days into the new year and I'm already asking God to take me away Away from the pain, the paranoia, the overthinking and the deafining silence. Hypocrite. I'm a hypocrite. Two updates back I was stating my thoughts on death How I only did not want to die because of my family... But now There's this voice in my head Saying they'll eventually move on I'm lost So lost No words to put in No lines to draw I don't know what I am I want to disappear To be gone To be calm and be at peace I want my words back I want to draw To skate To laugh To be free I don't want to be alone Yet i don't want to burden anyone There's no place i could run to I have no one...
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elyzabeth-rose
Published
Jan 9, 2017
Time
2m
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Tell yourself that you're fine until it comes true... lie if you have to

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#anxiety#anxietytalks
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