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SEE IT’S NOT AS SIMPLE AS A BROKEN BONE OR A FEVER. IT’S LIKE HAVING AN INOPERABLE TUMOR. THIS STUPID THING IN YOU WILL **** YOU AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT. ALL YOU CAN THINK IS “I’M GOING TO DIE” OVER AND OVER AGAIN. JUST, THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THAT **** TUMOR AND A MENTAL ILLNESS IS HOW AT LEAST YOU CAN ******* SEE IT. PEOPLE DON’T ASK FOR PROOF. THEY FEEL BAD AND WHEN YOU DO DIE NO ONE SAYS “WE DIDN’T SEE IT COMING.”
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
So, no. I can't stop thinking about it. 3/3
SEE IT’S NOT AS SIMPLE AS A BROKEN BONE OR A FEVER. IT’S LIKE HAVING AN INOPERABLE TUMOR. THIS STUPID THING IN YOU WILL **** YOU AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT. ALL YOU CAN THINK IS “I’M GOING TO DIE” OVER AND OVER AGAIN. JUST, THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THAT **** TUMOR AND A MENTAL ILLNESS IS HOW AT LEAST YOU CAN ******* SEE IT. PEOPLE DON’T ASK FOR PROOF. THEY FEEL BAD AND WHEN YOU DO DIE NO ONE SAYS “WE DIDN’T SEE IT COMING.”
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
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