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October 6, 2016

9:53 PM

By Marina H.Published 6 years ago 1 min read
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Crying for three hours seems like an impossible thing to do, but I just cried for four.

I feel like I'm drowning again and everything around me is blurry.

My lungs hurt with every breath of momentary agony.

I hate breakdowns.

But I love them.

They make me contemplate life

and it reminds me of all the wrong decisions I've made

and all the wrong things present in my story which makes me feel like pure shit.

Pure shit.

But at least I had that good cry and at least I felt every suppressing emotion possible.

And tomorrow, or in three weeks, I'll be okay again.

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Marina H.

Searching for my meaning of life. Enjoy your stay.

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