A panick attack.
A warning.
Don't do that anymore.
That's what happens everytime I do too many things together, or I'm trying to hold back feelings. When someone hurts me and I try to act like nothing matters, but oh, every single word matters so much I can't even tell.
Just like bad wins over good and pain over joy, every wicked behaviour leaves a deep cut in my soul... more than what a real knife can do.
And it feels like losing admitting that I'm truly damaged by a lot of people around me.
I just need a bit of love to recover.
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RandomI'm able to overthink in English too. I don't even need to make an effort
