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What I Know, It Doesn’t Matter

Tell me not to speak But I never seem to listen, I make the same mistakes and the same mistakes, I guess hoping I am forgiven. I should have been quiet, I should have obeyed what I always remember, That I should keep it to myself and pretend everything’s hidden. Imagine myself losing my mind, I think half the feelings are real, But not to breaking point: (Even if I want to) I’m not screaming at the walls, I’m not crying all day, I’m not trying to get through to them whilst acting insane. Multiple times I’ve told myself, To pretend I never think of this, Maybe they’ll forget, think you’ve slipped out of it. I was never someone who didn’t express, But now it’s always failing; Few things I need and am not getting.
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Written by
Chloes-Not-An-Ange
23 / F
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Written by
Chloes-Not-An-Ange
23 / F
Published
May 22, 2020
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22·135
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#misdiagnosed#listen#believe#unhelped#listentome#neurological#health#disbelief#mdd#maladaptive
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