Bound by the barbed wire fences I sit here in my small pen not knowing what freedom is. As I watch the birds flying high in the sky. They are bound to nothing they are free. What am I to do but wish to feel the wind in my hair and smell the freedom that comes with the wind. Feeling the warm sunlight on my skin I close my eyes and pretend that I am flying away over the fences that once kept me in and tasting freedom. But when I open my eyes I am still trapped. The world that I so badly want to explore is still so far out of my reach.
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lydia live
I’m a 21 year old woman. I’ve struggled with depression my whole life. I made my account here to show people they are not alone. Depression and anxiety are tough things to live with but we can make it through. I’m here for you.
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