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Mar 2019
I face the pain brought to me from my own thoughts daily
My eyes look empty, but behind them my mind stays floodedΒ Β with thoughts reminding me that there probably won’t be at day I’m no longer broken.
Here I am. Me. Consumed by my own thoughts forever restricting me from the happiness I was once promised.
Elizabeth Christian
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Elizabeth Christian  15/F
     mila and Fawn
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