Burnt, Broken, Alive

Over the past year, I was at my absolute lowest. I had a really tough time managing my depression. I made a really bad, probably-wouldn’t-have-worked-anyway attempt on taking my own life. The whole time I was dealing with all of this, I put on a front, did my best to keep up my appearance even though I didn’t want to, and faked being happy for the rest of the world. Only my boyfriend knew, and it was while he was away on a trip. I didn’t want to talk about it with people. I know it can

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