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// These pills don't work //

by ChupaJade

You cannot heal me for I am not a broken soul. My spirit carries heavy burdens but my colours never dull. Pointed torches in my face this light, it hurts my eyes. I was led alone, I sobbed thinking no one heard my cries. I smile in the face of the enemy and laugh in the face of a friend. It is not that I am lying but that I must pretend.
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ChupaJade
26 / F
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Written by
ChupaJade
26 / F
Published
Nov 10, 2018
Time
1m
Tags
#depression#anxiety#mentahealth#alone#sad#cry#real#life#medication#mentalhealthawareness
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