To understand a congested mind, yet a total empty soul.
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A "little" message I wrote a few years ago.
I was diagnosed with sever depression and anxiety and this person close to me had a really hard time putting itself in my shoes. I wrote this to get my thoughts down, and hopefully help this someone to understand me and my illness better.
- maybe it can help you and your dear ones too?
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