Suffocate

Suffocate

Astrology_Princess

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Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Sat, Feb 13, 2021

better birdcage breathe death escape

This is not a story. This is a version of my suffocating thoughts translated into words. I... need therapy.

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"Close your eyes and take a deep breath, tomorrow will be a better day" is what I keep telling myself but it's getting harder and harder for me to believe when everywhere I look my life is falling to pieces, but when I look into those eyes, the eyes that see me for me maybe just maybe things will be ok and maybe just maybe I'll learn to trust one day.

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