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Jan 9
one shower a night
two naps per week
three skipped meals a month
four plans canceledΒ Β 
five days of hell
six hours till they sleep
seven sleepless nights
endless days of suffering

constant pretending
no letting my guard down
waiting for the blanket of night
to suffocate me and my grief

these are my deadlines
till im the one dead
thats what i'm allowed before people get "worried"
but in reality they're just annoyed
because why can't i
just be
ok
Bree17
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Bree17  16/F/nonexistent
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