Depression is like The Ocean.
Once you drown in it, you couldn't get back up.
Once your stuck in it,
There are creatures waiting upon for your arrival.
Once you try to swim back up,
It pulls you back down to the surface where you first started.
-Breanna Paris
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PuisiI just have a different perspective. (I own all these poems. These are all rightfully mine, thank you. And the Cover was rightfully made by me.)
