The depression.

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The depression is still here,

with each and every tear,

you no longer want to live,

but your body just won't give,

you scream, you cry,

all you want is to die, you can't take anymore,

as you lay on the floor,

your head starts to spin,

it's time that they win,

maybe this is the end, 

goodbye my dear friend.


A/N Hey lovelies. It's been a long time, I don't even know if anyone even bothers to read this anymore, but if any of you are still here, I hope you guys are doing okay, I'm finally back, ready to continue with this book. I wrote this poem myself, but I don't know if it's any good. Anyway, remember I'm always here for yous. 

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