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Chrysanthemum

Delicate flowers dropped from my tear ducts
Falling into my clenched hands
I never knew
How much I needed those flowers to leave
Until I realized that
 

 
 I was no longer made of dirt
Written by moony_
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Author's Note
Had EMDR today! Really really tired, probably one of the “worst” sessions lol. It was about my mom finding me trying to commit suicide. I guess it wasn’t a horrible session, just really hard. Like insanely hard. But I needed it. I was sick. Really fucking sick. My brain was sick. My therapist said to me “Your brain is supposed to keep you alive, that’s its job, so the fact that it was telling you to die, means that your brain, ~you~, were really sick. You needed help”
Anyways I did it! Woohoo!
I’m going to bed now. To all of the people who have texted and/or emailed me I’m not ignoring you I’ll respond in like 2-3 business days LOL!
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