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My eyes are heavy,
My mind sore.
I don't think
I can do this anymore.
My outer core
Seems happy, while
My inner core
Feels so sore.
My head and heart
Are fighting a war.
It's so hard living,
At death's door.
My eyes are heavy,
My mind is sore,
But now I know,
I will fight once more.
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Wandering Words of a Perpetually Depressed Teenager
Şiir"What you must understand about me is that I'm a deeply unhappy person" ~John Green I've struggled for the better half of my life with depression and social anxiety disorder. I wish I could go back. Back to primary school when feelings just consiste...
