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Illness Of Myself

Most illnesses can be cured by medication or time. Now, I know the world is still working on curing some illnesses but for them, I wish the best.

I, myself have no physical illness which I'm grateful for. I've seen how much others suffer due to said un-curable illness.

However, there is no cure for the mind.

There is no fixing an illness where you fight yourself nor will there ever be peace. Yes, there are medications but they don't fix the problem, only make it more livable.

The medication is like if you gave someone stuck in the ocean air, yes it makes it where they live but they are still stuck in the water.

One of the worse feelings in the world is to see your loved ones get hurt by something within you there is no fixing.

After a while, you learn to live in the ocean but one day, you might get sick of the air.
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