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I stood frozen.
Social Anxiety clawed at my throat.
Depression ripped out my heart.
The pills pulled apart my stomach and sucked out all the energy I had left.
I'm fine.
Concious pulled at my hair, grabbing my wrist, telling me to just stop, stop trying, you'll make a fool of yourself.
My head is throbbing from the overthinking.
Shutupshutupshutup.
Breath.
I'm fine.
Wounds covered my body.
Bloody knuckles from running into the walls.
Scratches from the cat.
Bruises from falling over.
I'm fine.
Two people is too many.
No I don't need to talk about it.
No I don't want a hug.
Let me do it on my own.
I'm.... Fine.