Messages to myself on suicidal nights

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(Not a poem)


19/11/16: You'll be okay.You'll be okay.You'll be okay.You'll be okay.You'll be okay.You'll be okay.You'll be okay.You'll be okay.You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay.You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay.You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. Will I!?

I'll be okay. 


26/11/16: It's okay to eat, food is fuel. It's okay to eat, food is fuel. It's okay to eat, food is fuel. It's okay to eat, food is fuel. It's okay to eat, food is fuel. It's okay to eat, food is fuel. It's okay to eat, food is fuel. It's okay to eat, food is fuel. It's okay to eat, food is fuel. It's okay to eat, food is fuel. It's okay to eat, food is fuel. It's okay to eat, food is fuel. It's okay to eat, food is fuel. It's okay to eat, food is fuel. But does MY body need food? Is it okay for ME to eat?

It's okay to eat, food is fuel.

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