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Mental Physical Trial


I got pain again.

 

This time it's up my left arm.

 

Only my left.

 

My entire left side is getting worse,

and my ribs.

 

I cut my hair shorter

I wanted a change.

 

It's getting sad now,

no matter how many times I get online

there is no one I want to talk to.

Even if they are online.

 

I just feel like its not worth it.

 

I want to do things but I lack the interest.

 

I want to talk to people,

but again I don’t want to.

 

I feel things,

and

I don't want to feel.

 

I just want me and my music.

 

I want a hug.

 

I am not depressed

nor do I want my situation to depress others.

 

I just...idk what anymore.

Maybe I just need more rest.

 

That usually helps.

 

I feel weak

I just want to sleep for a while.

 

The dreams are getting worse tho

Not bad worse

Just more real

Telling me about what school will be like.

 

Its so weird.

 

All I can do is Hope. 

 

 
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Zipporah Davao Baumgartner

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