Push Back
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The things that push me over the edge.
When my day starts and I have no clean clothes to wear.
When I walk down stairs and no one is there. The house is silent and empty.
Quiet enough, where the sound of my own thoughts scares me.
I hate it. I push back.
The feeling of being alone for over 12 hours a day scares me.
I cant be alone.
It isn't me.
It scares me.