i can no longer pretend that I'm happy in this skin. I can no longer uphold that perfect, happy, and modest phasod. I cannot do it. This Sickle Cell shit kicks my ass. How long can I go on? I can't stand the pain. I can't shake the infuriation. I can no longer keep this all inside, I feel as if I can break at any moment. It's hard seeing myself in this mind state, but I can't hold it in....
Dear God, please help me. Save me from what I've become.
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Aw. We all, at one point or another about one thing or another, reach this point. I hope you feel better, mama. You know if you ever need me, I'm here! Just a click away.
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