Don't Leave Me With Myself
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MatureOngoing7m
Last published Tue, Oct 20, 2020
Silence is beauty. Those moments when you can't take it anymore, when you're standing on the edge, ready to jump. When all is peaceful, and quiet. When the quiet saves you. That's what saved me.
This is my story. It will mainly be through poetry
Trigger warning:
Eating Disorder
DPD
Abuse
Self Harm
Neglect/abandonment
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