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You Don't Know What's Best

No one will truly listen... Everything I want to say or feel out loud will get me locked up in an institution. It's unfair. I can't speak without fear of someone deciding for me that I should be locked up. Don't tell me you know better than me and don't fucking tell me that you know what's best for me. You aren't in charge, you don't get to decide. If that means I have to be suicidal in secret then so fucking be it. -t.s.
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RestlessSoul
Published
Jun 12, 2019
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#fuckoff#stop#alone#depression#suicidal#so#be#it
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