I own so many broken dreams
Dreams of a girl, dreams of a life
Broken and in my head they rest
Slowly shattering my soul
The fading memories
Good times, bad times, sad times
from seeing her across the room
and fun "actual" conversations
Too many broken dreams
I've been holding in my heart
Like a captive needing to breath,
They haunt me and demand to be free
All of my fading memories
I want to keep them with me forever
but they just keep on fading
disappearing along with my soul
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A Fight With Depression
Short Story(Trigger Warnings) Do not read if you are bothered by reading very real everyday senarios such as suicide, self harm, and other things that tend to mend with having most mental illnesses. This book is a different book where every chapter is a short...
