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Dec 2022
I don't know what it is that drags me down
After every episode, I feel it
I am not worthy
I am useless
I am ugly
All because of me
I pushed everyone away from me
Who was left, were you
I always feel guilty when I see you
You are there, holding my hands, hugging me, healing me
I feel guilty
You are there, hurt by me, crying, screaming, begging for help inside
Gets taken by the police and goes to the hospital
I heard it, felt it
I am guilty
Because I can't and couldn't be there for you
But hang on...
I will be there for you someday
When all this is over
I will be standing there for you
I don't want to feel guilty again...
Being bipolar is like
I am trying to seek help and fix all this happening to me. I don't understand what is happening to me. is this me or just how my life is.
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Pretty Bicc  17/F/sweden,stckhlm
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