I act like everything is fine.
I laugh at people's jokes.
I do silly things with my friends.
I act like I have a carefree life.
It's funny though.
When I come back home I just turn off that mental switch.
Then I suddenly break down.
I feel alone.
Empty.
Tired.
I can't exactly describe how I feel into words.
It's like I have two different me's.
One for the public.
And one for myself.
Only if they knew.
Only if.
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Depression.
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