Sometimes I wish I could take my heart out and dispose of it like a bad tooth, then apply an anesthetic. It has a purpose and is essential but feeling hurts. Looking inside hurts. Sometimes I wish I was numb.
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The Pool of Anguish
PoetryJust some prose and poetry I wrote in the past that highlights depression and anxiety. chronicles of an angsty young adult who doesn't know if she'll ever succeed in life.
