what are you supposed to do?

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What are you supposed to do when you’re sitting alone and you can feel your heart break and your breath gets stuck in your throat and you just want to scream but you sit in silence waiting for the pain to pass? Are you supposed to get help? How can you call for help if you can’t breathe? Do I deserve this? Sometimes I like to think if I sit by myself and smile a little more I’ll be okay but I think in the end I’m just sitting alone waiting for darkness to just take me over..

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  1. AnonymousMay 3, 2020 at 7:36 AM

    It's not good, to keep all those shit in your head, just talk to someone you trust and can rely.go outside sometimes, be with people who care for you.


    Meaning is a jumper, that you have to knit yourself.happiness is not a right,you have to suffer for happiness.

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