A part of me walks separate,
She has her own arms,
Own legs,
Own head,
But she's still my other half.
A part of me walks separate,
She makes her own decisions,
Has different hair,
Different shapes,
But she's still my other half.
A part of me walks separate,
She changed direction suddenly,
Her own body went away,
It was cruel,
But she's still my other half.
A part of my walks separate,
I don't know where she's gone,
She's never going to come back,
I was wrong about who she was,
But she's still my other half.
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To Be Depressed
Non-Fiction"If you think about being happy, you'll be happy." "Don't be so pessimistic!" "Everyone else can get through it, why can't you?" "Attention seeker!" You trying feeling like this then, if it's so easy... This is just my views on depression, a "taboo"...
