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Ringing Singing Clinging Swinging Hear the phone is ringing, singing beeps While clinging the phone, swinging your legs
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
The Call.
Ringing Singing Clinging Swinging Hear the phone is ringing, singing beeps While clinging the phone, swinging your legs
My family has a lot of reasons to call the doctors, my Mother suffers with COPD, my Father himself isn’t the perfect image of health when it comes to getting sick and injuries. My younger Brother being disabled physically and mentally, my older Brother also having his fair share of injections. I myself, am not much of an exception. When you arrive into adulthood you realise how much you have to take into responsibility with your health, physical or mental. I knew something wasn’t right and I called up and we chatted and soon I’m going to try and get more help with my mental health as well as try my best to work out a way to control my weight. When you’ve neglected a lot of yourself for a long time, you tend to have really negative emotions appear in your thoughts. You think is there really a point in changing now? Am I too late? When in reality, no, it’s not. When you are dead – It’s too late.
louisa-coller
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27/Bigender
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
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