Her Untold Story

Her Untold Story

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People think depression is sadness , people think depression is crying , people think depression is dressing black . But people are wrong , depression is constant feeling of being numb , being numb to emotions , being numb to lie . you wake up every morning just to go back to bed again . Days aren't really days; they are just annoying obstacles that need to be faced , and how do you faced them . I make my self cured by Medication , drinking , smoking , drugs and cutting , but those aren't permanent to remove the pain . When your depress you grasp onto anything that can get you through the day ,that's what depression is ; not sadness or tears its the overwhelming sense of numbness and the desire for anything that can help you make it from day to the next . This is Her Life , Her true story Her untold story . ♖ UNEDITED
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-Look at me! Look at my body and don't you dare to lie and say that is normal. People look at me like I was a disease, a contagious disease who gets attached to you, like a virus, travels through your body burns your hope, range shots your dreams, massacre your faith and your mental health. A virus that makes people gossip, whisper about everything. Your clothes size, your stretched skin, the amount of fat that you carry every where you go. You don't know what Is is like to live as I do. This virus eats me alive , makes me crave and urge for food , while I have my face buried in the toilet , throwing up , eating back, exercise and control. You can't love me, you can't love something like me, ans i know. It's a nightmare that crawls up my mind in pure day light. _____________________________________ He needed to met the next sunset in hopes he would starve to death or find the end of the road to a Clift, where his body could be found at the end of the tale that was written to be his life, however his tale couldn't end there, where his fears would be transported to the next life and hunt him for eternity.forced to find a placed after escaping death, at this new journey he found the healing his body, mind, soul needed, so did she.

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