writing was a luxury that i denied myself for way too long
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another day, another doctors appointment, another bout of medication, another way to try and deal with the mess that is me.
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i didn't realise how truly broken i had become until i looked back to this time last year
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dealing with my shit is way too hard and i honestly can't be bothered anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryJust a collection of thoughts and emotions that were felt too intensely to be dealt with on my own.
