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Can barely talk
Luckily I had my phone in my hands because my fingers are still moving
I feel like I’m in paralysis
Coupled with a large dose of anxiety attacks
My lungs feel like paper bags that are being filled with concrete and slowly hardening
My eyes are twitching
This is pain
And now I’m thinking about the past
The past scares me more than death sometimes
When will the hurt stop
Just now reading these….
I’ll close my eyes
And I won’t see
The love you don’t feel
When you’re holding me
Morning will come
And I’ll do what’s right
Just give me ‘till then
To give up this fight
I will give up this fight
Cause I can’t make you love me
if you don’t.
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Sometimes you just gotta be the a**hole who has their read receipts on and doesn’t reply.
Imagine if the series had ended right after this moment.
|goldfish:||The country’s economy and labor market remain in deep disrepair. Whereas our various post-market institutions (e.g., the safety net, educational institutions, health institutions) have a mixed record of coping with the rising poverty and inequality that has been handed to them by a still-struggling economy and labor market.|