I swear I will pull you from the rubble, I won't let you give up. I care, just like I always have. Trust me, it won't always be this bad. I'll still write, although I know that you are off on your mission that you must endure alone. This will be over soon and you can come back and I can finally be with you. It's not personal when you don't respond, I can feel in my heart what you're feeling inside of that mess. My chest has grown tight and my throat is starting to close, and there's a faint pounding in my head. You feel it too, I know. I just hope that these thoughts are still conveyed to you, just as much as my I love you.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoesíaA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.
