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Illness

I feel dead inside but that’s what this illness does -it tears and it rips, it convinces you that there is no hope left, it leaves scars running up your wrists and thoughts, it eats your heart alive and spits out the chewed up pieces.

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AlexanderThyGreat

18 / F

Published: Aug 31, 2019
LinesWords: 745

Notes: Composed 9.1.19
Tags: #depression

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