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I wish that when my head was intoxicated with the constant headache of depression and anxiety my mind would fill with flowers blocking out all thoughts and all the pain. I wish they would grow to stop me from slicing the edge of the knife to my body. I wish flowers would grow from wounds that the thoughts in my head feed me. If the thorns and petals filled my head and blocked my suffering i wouldnt hurt. Id be numb. If they grew there wouldnt be vines growing out of my hidious scars wrapping around my wrists choking my hands. I wish flowers grew in my head. I wish that my whole body was a garden. I wish theyd grow in my hollow heart keeping me from getting hurt. I wish theyd grow in my brain blocking out the constant torture of all my flaws and the worlds. I wish theyd grow out of eyes saving me from the worlds reminder of it doesnt get better. I wish the petals and thorns would grow out of wounds wrapping themselves around me and expanding tell im a bush of a beuatiful creation. I wish theyd grow and no one would see me. Ever. Id finally be admired and beuatiful.
I wish the garden would grow...🥀
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Random***warning*** There's alot of dark shit and touchy subjects in this book. Most consist of self harm, suicide,depression, and anxiety triggers. Everything written in here is on my thoughts and what think about on a daily bases. I don't have alot of a...
