Grass, Sun, Clouds, Water, Sound, Universe, Schizoaffective Disorder.

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Prologue

She felt the sun on her skin, but she didn’t absorb it like before. She felt the grass on her feet, shoes in hand, but she didn’t really feel that grass, she didn’t feel the peace. But she felt that she could, that she would, unless she died first. They always reminded her that she might die at the end, and she would not be able to complete what she was supposed to do. She wanted to complete what she was supposed to do, but something held her back. She can do it though. She really can. But will she?

Health Check ( Full ) Free

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I sit on this brown couch, Typing, Typing. My back hurts. My mind comes with pain. Schizophrenia and my mental health. They tell me different things. Should I write this? Should I write that? Should I erase this? Is it wrong to write this is it wrong to have an opinion? Why do they keep on bothering me? Is it because I have been chosen? Is it because of something else? At the end it does not matter, I have become healthier. Healthier to write this. Healthier to do things on my own. 

Seated ( Full ) Free

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S(he) sat in the car with a teddy bear. They are on their way to a relatives house. S(he) got the bear from a guy(gal) that s(he) met online. S(he) likes the way s(he) talkes about things and his adventures. S(he) wonders, momentarily, if the two of them will work and if the two of them will stay together. They live kind of close to each other, but not close enough to her(him). With two people in the front driving and working on getting them to their destination, s(he) falls asleep. 

Ill: Woof ( Full ) Free

***WARNING MENTAL ILLNESS***

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Prologue

He's gone, and I don't think I will ever see him again. A small dog. A dog that I adored, but not enough. My mind played tricks on me. How? Well an illness occurred and at the time of giving him up, I didn't realize just how much I shouldn't have given him up, until he was in the back of a van, and I was with tears streaming down my face. The cries were of no use my will was gone. I wish he were here with me. I cry to have him, but I feel only a little of me having him. I can't recall many things. It must be because of my illness. He was a wonderful dog though. It was very nice being around him. He did things that made me laugh. He did things that all were really fine with me. Maybe not the ones of the home, but Dynamite was the boom. He was explosive. He moved around much sometimes. He sometimes barked very much at the people of the house. That's why I named him that. A chiweenie, and the cutest one ever. White and Tan. I will always want him to be with me.