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I’m telling you I’m a wreck.
The world has its hands around my neck.
I’m gasping for breath and my heart is pounding in my chest.
My therapist says I should go outside and be with friends,
because time heals all wounds.

Only I’ve pushed everyone away and I don’t know how to cope because I lack the skill.
I’ll never understand people who choose to live in solitude because I can’t even stand myself without a human distraction in the form of interaction