When The Ocean Overflows [In Progress]

When The Ocean Overflows [In Progress]

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Emotions can effect everyone in one way or another in some compasity, especially those who suffer the worst of the world's accidents. Just like the suffocating deep blue of the sea, depression drowns you in the numbness of worthlessness and self-pity. It can carry you down the winding rivers of anxiety, the paranoia like feeling of being judged and looked down upon by those you pass by everyday and the dreams that mold your fears into a small self-made reality. Not knowing where to go you aimlessly wonder the realm of meantal disabilities and slowly driving yourself down the roads of instability and gray. You once being a joyful soul now being an unfeeling husk of the happiness that once harbored it. A cloaked figure unveils a door, "Welcome home." it echos as you pass through the veils of uncertainty. "Finally..." you whisper in the empty halls of your head. You've gotten to your final destination...
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I squeezed my way through the abundant number of people, trying to get to the exit. I bumped into a lot of shoulders, until I found an opening. As soon as the door was in my sight, I heard Jessie calling out my name. Her voice grabbed my attention, and I briskly turned around. I knocked right into a tall figure, causing me to lose my balance and fall. All the people dancing blocked my vision so I couldn't grab onto anything to prevent myself from falling. My arms met the hardwood floor as I tried to catch myself, sending a shock of pain through my arms. "Forgive me ma'am." Someone said while extending an arm down to me. "It's fine. No harm was-" ✰ Status: FInished NOTE*** This story contains mental illness and suicidal themes. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION! ***and mild cussing My grammar probably sucks I researched thoroughly on bpd to portray Damien's character correctly but I'm sorry if it's not accurate. I in no way meant for the portrayal of someone with a borderline personality disorder to be represented wrong or only seen from stereotypes. ★ Best Rankings ★ Assault- #1 Borderlinepersonalitydisorder- #1 Bpd- #8 Captive- #44 Selfharmawareness- #55 Darklove- #57 Mentalillness- #81 Copyright © 2020

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