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In the quiet

"My experience with quiet bpd"

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Burdened with my own pain 
Countless theories without gain
Drowning in a simple rain
Swirling soul down the drain

In the shadows, I reach for the blade
Knowing full well, I should call for aid
My mind is boiling over and I’m afraid
Another bloody disappointment made

Gasping is how I breathe
Silence is how I leave 
Isolation is how I grieve
Extremes is how I perceive 

Swallowed whole by sorrow
Clinging on for tomorrow
Hand me durability to borrow
Lend me candlelight to follow

Through ash and bone, I’m fighting
Behind closed doors, I’m crying
With a heart heavy as stone, I’m trying
There has to be more to life than surviving

Written by SilverJaye
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