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Jan 2018
There are days i cannot get out of bed
where i cannot pick myself up to take care of myself
where i cannot talk to anyone for days.
And then there are days where i feel like i couldn’t be happier
where i go to bed and i cannot fall asleep because my cheeks burn from smiling.
But today, as i try to get up, i cannot
and it’s okay
because i know i will be okay.
Brieona Newman
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Brieona Newman  18/F/PA
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