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Aug 2019
I tried to work on my depression, but no one will listen.
I sit down and try to piece things together but nothing is changing. Sometimes I wonder if I am wasting my time and should go back to lying. "Yeah I'm fine. Why?"
Calm down Amy or you are going to start crying
If you show vulnerability then you will never be able to look them in the eye.
Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier to die.
Maybe then I will not be here trying to make you listen.
What about your stupid feelings, ha no one will miss them.
Oh! That is not a tear in my eye! Those are not my emotions that I hide.
No! I am not trying to hint at something.
I don't care if my dad thinks I am nothing.
I don't care if he hates me.
I don't care that everyone around me is changing.
And I don't care if you get up and leave me.
Because you are not the first ones, all of my family and friends are fading.
Amy Childers
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Amy Childers  21/F/Missouri
(21/F/Missouri)   
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