dysthymia is kicking my body and soul, every damned time I pick my self up, I can feel it’s presences lingering. Staying in my mind like an unwanted and unwelcome guest, one who knows what makes me crack and twist.
Gods i hate being mentally ill.
dysthymia is kicking my body and soul, every damned time I pick my self up, I can feel it’s presences lingering. Staying in my mind like an unwanted and unwelcome guest, one who knows what makes me crack and twist.
Gods i hate being mentally ill.
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