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No amount of pills could ever "cure" me and no amount of doctors could truly know my pain, Why I refuse to look in any mirror and why I sometimes almost go insane. No therapy could ever make it "disappear" completely, or diagnosis try to "understand" me. You see, I am not crazy or lost, I am not wanting "attention" or daft, But I search for all that I've lost- Freedom and memory, my smile and laugh. ❥
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
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No amount of pills could ever "cure" me and no amount of doctors could truly know my pain, Why I refuse to look in any mirror and why I sometimes almost go insane. No therapy could ever make it "disappear" completely, or diagnosis try to "understand" me. You see, I am not crazy or lost, I am not wanting "attention" or daft, But I search for all that I've lost- Freedom and memory, my smile and laugh. ❥
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
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