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what's it like to be happy, but still always crying? what's it like to be alive, but still feel like dying? what's it like to feel normal when your "normal" is "ill"? what's it like to be restless but forced to sit still? I'll tell you what it's like, it's hell and a half, to be 17 and fading from rainbow to black. watching yourself wither, watching your mother cry, tell me, what's the point in waking when it hurts to be alive? I try to hope for the best but you know how it goes; you can't smell the roses through the blood from your nose. It feels like God is picking on me, saying "Haha look at you! I'm going to give you the grandest dreams but you'll be gone by 32." But keep your head high, and your shoulders never low, so can you walk with courage into the fire when it's finally time to go.
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
on being sick
what's it like to be happy, but still always crying? what's it like to be alive, but still feel like dying? what's it like to feel normal when your "normal" is "ill"? what's it like to be restless but forced to sit still? I'll tell you what it's like, it's hell and a half, to be 17 and fading from rainbow to black. watching yourself wither, watching your mother cry, tell me, what's the point in waking when it hurts to be alive? I try to hope for the best but you know how it goes; you can't smell the roses through the blood from your nose. It feels like God is picking on me, saying "Haha look at you! I'm going to give you the grandest dreams but you'll be gone by 32." But keep your head high, and your shoulders never low, so can you walk with courage into the fire when it's finally time to go.
rachel-b
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
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