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Sep 2014
Sometimes I just want to stop.
Stop breathing
Stop eating
Just stop
being.
I love my life I'm
happy. I
am
But sometimes I don't want to be anything anymore
It's like I can feel everything ripping
Apart my chest but
I also feel nothing.
Anxiety flooding every
Fiber
And yet nothings wrong
I miss my dad
I miss my Father
I want to go Home.
Sometimes
I want to stop being
R, don't worry too much. I'm okay, just a little anxious, a little down. Sleep well for me. I'll pretend you're here and maybe I'll sleep well too. I love you.
Robyn
Written by
Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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