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the sound of rain ticking on the window
the fresh breeze of evening wind on my skin
the smell of cigarettes filling op the room
and the taste of alcohol on my tongue
as i glance over at the mirror, I don't recognize the person i see, just a hollow husk of what once was.
long gone memories in the back of my mind
and the stream of grief that follows
how can a mind so young be filled with so much regret and self hatred
i long for a time when i was happier, but don't know if there was ever such a time.
lived with depression so long that i cant imagine living without it.
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