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My phantom grips and squeezes my soul,
taunting softly,
"You will never forget me."
His black claws adorned with scales
Snatches a flower pot.
Filled to the brim of broken glass chips with poison,
an ode to Romeo and Juliet.
He pours the melody deep into my soul,
"Hurt until you are numb,
the pain will sink into
the well of your being.
Soon, I will become your most closest friend."
- A letter from my Depression (MDD)
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A Star Hoping to Fly
Poetry"When will I know that everything will be okay?" "You won't. One day you'll wake up, and you'll start your day as a normal day. You will do normal tasks and listen to normal music. You will wake up and notice, that your pain has faded, and you're st...
