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(1/12/19)
Before she was she had her tasks
To diverge to shut up to turn off to sit
down to burst without alternative to
just becoming a half-a-shape ever to
stumble to falter to fail to get out to go
away to fall down repeatedly to receive
lessons
I feel bad, I feel scared, I feel unstable
and very, very sad. I don't know how
this can continue. I have no friends, I've
all but lost connection with my son, I cry
every day. I feel no connection to
anything.
I don't know what to do. I'm barely
holding on. I can't stop crying. I'm
sadder than I've ever been, as an adult.
I want to kill myself.
ŠEm-ily. 12 January, 2019
To diverge to shut up to turn off to sit
down to burst without alternative to
just becoming a half-a-shape ever to
stumble to falter to fail to get out to go
away to fall down repeatedly to receive
lessons
I feel bad, I feel scared, I feel unstable
and very, very sad. I don't know how
this can continue. I have no friends, I've
all but lost connection with my son, I cry
every day. I feel no connection to
anything.
I don't know what to do. I'm barely
holding on. I can't stop crying. I'm
sadder than I've ever been, as an adult.
I want to kill myself.
ŠEm-ily. 12 January, 2019
Published 19th Aug 2020
| Edited 27th Apr 2023
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