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No one thinks of you while you breath, only when you are buried.
No one misses you until your heart stops beating.
No one visits you with flowers because they wait for the guilt to visit them before they remember you.
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An Explosion of Thoughts
Historia CortaThese entries are a glimpse of my personal journey and struggle with Bipolar disorder and depression. These entries may cause triggers so please be careful when you read. If you need help please don't hesitate to call and ask for help... If you nee...