Do what makes you the most happy,
And if you don't know the meaning of that anymore,
Do what used to.
Do what makes your limbs uncurl from protecting you,
Makes those walls around your heart,
Mind,
Open for a bit with rusted, loud screeching,
And gives you something other than dread rush through your veins,
Something like motivation,
Even if it's found only in a shot glass.
-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...
