Raw. I feel raw. I feel pressure in my chest. Like a wall with water pushing against it; a dam.
There is a dam in my chest, and there is an everlasting flow of misery, confusion, a bundle of too much, and too soon.
-D.
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No More Hiding
Non-FictionWhat's the point in hiding the truth? TRIGGER WARNING: -EATING DISORDERS. -DEPRESSION. -SELF-HARM. -SUICIDE. -ANXIETY. -HEARTBREAK. -ASSAULT. IF YOU FIND YOURSELF SENSITIVE OR EASILY TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THIS CONTENT, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE. You have...
