
A poem depicting a battle with depression and a suicide attempt of a young girl. "I shouted out for help because I was drowning in the obscenities my mind was spitting at me. I was suffocating and gasping for air with my own two hands around my neck." "I no longer felt lost. Being lost means there is hope you can be found, no one could find me then because I couldn't even find myself."Todos os Direitos Reservados
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