27 years.

27 years of existence.

27 years of struggle.

27 years of depression

27 years of fighting

27 years of taking it one day at a time.

27 years of anxiety.

27 years of worried thoughts.

27 years of sleepless nights.

 

27 years of survival.

 

I wanted to end my life at 18. I turn 27 tomorrow.

Taking it one day at a time.

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