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Myopia

by IllyaOz

The crunching sound of glass under the sole of my shoe. The gentle bend as the metal frames twisted unrecognisably. Fragments littering the cement around me. For what purpose did I need them. Walking away. Dread and edrenaline mix together. Jumping at my own shadow. Yet no longer having to look at the world. No longer having to see it. But still stuck inside it. Standing behind the retina. Behind the same distorted lenses. Shame. Longing. Blind. Lost.
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May 18, 2018
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I actually purposefully stepped on my glasses once. It was one of the worst days of my life, that I almost never talk about. I was depressed anxious and desperate to escape my life so without any thought or planning I ran out my house. Somewhere along the way my brain through it would be a brilliant idea of crush my glasses to pieces. Lets just say that by the end of that night i ended up in the hospital and i learnt what shame truly is.

note - Myopia is the technical name for being short sighted

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#anxiety#depression#myopia#runningaway#eyes#blind#shame#glasses
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