Sad Bitch

Sad and anxious but not enough for it to be important

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Why is life like this

Like an ache that wont go away

Why do they believe it will get better

When it only gets worse

Existence is a disaster

Life only ends in misery

Life is the definition of misery

Life is death.

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Not even a tele med surge floor wants me as a nurse. What is wrong with me? Why am I struggling? Why arent I good enough? Will I ever be good enough?

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The veins in my hands pop out when they’re warm.

Blood is ready to re-enter the heart.

Filter.

Love Warmly.

The heart gives love to your body.

Symbolically, your heart gives love to others.

Which is more important?

You are.

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Alone.

Lone.

One.

That is me.

- one is the loneliest number