continuous living

8/29/2019

I have found myself deep in a hole. I'm so far down, the light barely reaches my soul. 

The days keep passing, but my heart stands still. I can't explain what I'm lacking. But it hurts enough to kill. 

I don't understand how I hurt this way, but I still feel hollow. I swear I'm full of pain, but the words I just can't swallow. 

This little hole called depression has become home. It started out like an infection, but now I prefer being alone. 

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