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Six

The house is silent.

I can hear my thoughts too clearly.

My soul feels empty.

Like a canvas that can't be filled.

I feel like I'm a burden for my family.

Each week, I go to therapy and return the same.

The only thing that changes are the bags under my eyes.

Every day they get worse.

I can't sleep.

The demons in my head are too loud.

-a girl