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Nov 2018
What am I trying to prove to myself
by staying awake until the sun comes up?
Why do I always feel the need
to measure or prove my sadness physically
and self destructively
when it hurts
this bad
It’s like a competition with myself
Written by
milkweedangel  20/F/the forest
(20/F/the forest)   
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