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Things I Want To Say Out Loud

qurlsneunpigonhanda

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Reads 249
Votes 64
Parts 23

qurlsneunpigonhanda

anxiety opinions poetry sayings thoughts

Hi! I'm Khirls and this is one of the ways I could ease my sadness. I need to write something off my chest. All of the pieces (some of them came from different sites that I love to visit) are basically the results of being anxious, overthinking escapades, sorrows and regrets. If you think it is some kind of drama, kindly step away from here in silence. Thank you.

To someone who's been in the same situation as me, I just want to tell you that your emotions are valid. It's okay to be sad. It's okay to cry. But after all the downfalls, slowly, you can stand again. I know everyone of us has its own battle to fight and you're doing great, little warrior.

Beep my notification if you have no one to talk to. Let us all win this fight and beat the hell out of Depression and Anxiety.


Side note: My few chapters are just random poetry hekhek. And please leave some votes as you read. Thank you.All Rights Reserved

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