Your always the first to comfort me when things go bad. You come and go. When your gone I don't have anything to go back to. And when you're here sometimes there's a sweet release. Otherwise I try to leave. Why do you keep doing this, is it that fun to break me.
5/2/19
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Dear Deppresion
Non-FictionDear depression, Do you really need to be a part of my life? Alot of these notes are old, some are recent. These can be triggering so please read with care. Aside from that this book follows along with some of my most hidden and deepest though...
