Fear never ends,there will always be your nightmares, your thoughts your memories. You can't run they'll always get you, they'll always find you. Be there at your every turn, so why even try to hide? When they find you you'll regret that you couldn't face them from the beginning. I've hid and I've ran. Now there coming for me one at a time. Fear of losing you, Fear of losing myself, fear of a new life. One by one they look for me and when they find me I'll be left bare,I'll be left empty. No matter how empty I seem to be I know they will always come for me what would life be like without them...
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The Battles of Depression
Short StoryThings that I wrote when I was down maybe a few of you will understand may even help some of you who do.
