My breathing is shallow
The air is too thin
My demons are screaming
I think they might win.
My vision is blurry
My heart rate is slow
No therapy can save me
I think I'm letting go.
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Self Love
Randomself love is something we take for granted something that is stressed from when we are young something that we thought we would never lose so when we lose it we aren't prepared for it when that happens, we become self abusive we develop, what you...
