i can’t keep going
hours of not eating, days of cutting my fucking self, sleepless nights, they seem to never disappear.
my heart and brain are tired of me.
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Adolf von Becker (1831 - 1909) - The Cat on the Pillow. Oil on canvas.
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Ever cried in your bed curled up in a ball because you’re alive and can’t die?
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