depression depression depression
Stop it.
Leave.
I is me and
you are you.
Seperate from identity
yet your lies root to my core.
I can't help but listen as
gravity gradually seems heavier
and
heavier.
You can feed on me
that's fine.
Distort my reality
and take my smile.
But you will never take my hope.
The endless source behind the
Truth
Of my soul.
You'll never cease the
I in me.
So form each woe,
but forever is my soul.
Endureth this universe.
Go ahead.
Take me.
depression depression depression
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