Having depression is like hanging on a cliff. Just when you're about to jump, someone will yell don't but doesn't have the courage to give a hand. They will just keep on yelling empty words until you finally let go.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
