ιf ι тαкє тнє ρєяfє¢т ρι¢тυяє,
єνєяу нαιя ιи ρℓα¢є αи∂ αℓℓ,
ωιℓℓ ι ѕтιℓℓ ℓσσк ιи тнє мιяяσя
нαтιиg муѕєℓf,
¢συитιиg єνєяу fℓαω?
ιf ι тαкє тнє ρєяfє¢т ρι¢тυяє,
ѕмιℓє σи му fα¢є,
ωιℓℓ ι ¢σитιиυє тσσ ¢яу αт иιgнт,
ℓєανιиg ѕ¢αяѕ тσ тяα¢є?
ιf ι тαкє тнє ρєяfє¢т ρι¢тυяє,
ℓσσкιиg ѕкιииу
αѕ α ριи,
ωιℓℓ ι ¢σитιиυє
ѕтαяνιиg
муѕєℓf
тнιи?
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Where Depression Thrives
PoetryA collection of letters to myself that came from the lonliest nights. With a tear stained face and blood stained wrist, the poems remind me my past was real. I overcame something that seemed completely impossible at the time. And here they are. My...
