I'm a gohst of myself.
Can i take who i really am, back?
Will i survive my own war?
Im so confused.
Scared.
I'm just broken peices of my past.
Seeking myself will require what, when i am barely breathing in my sanctuary.
I know my barrier is weak now.
I begin to sing myself a soft sweet harmony to uplift this wall of fear.
I feel so unkown to me.
An odd feeling overcomes my fears.
I embrace the disapointment.
But instead, the gohst i was disapears.
But can the sheel of my past be fixed.
Concidering the fact that im in a empty hole.
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Short StoryThis story is about depression and how getting out of it changes you. Depression can get the best of you but you have to fight against it. It wont happen from one day to another but this is sorta the way some people heal from it!
