Excerpt from a book I will never write #807

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My thoughts are brutal. They're vicious, mean, and pick out every flaw I have.

"Stop. You're beating yourself up" I try to tell myself, but it's no use. My mind wins over my heart. The thoughts are too much to bear, too much to handle. My heart becomes heavy, and I remind myself to breathe. I need to remind myself every day that I am okay, that everything is okay, clearly knowing that it's not, at all. My eyes become weary and I can't seem to stop crying, wondering, why?

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