I thought they were my friends as real as would be
I thought they would keep me strong like an oak tree
Soon the leaves fell off with the bark
Everything went wrong in the park
It was black and the friends were gone
It was the demons showing me I was wrong..
Stay strong.
If you need to talk to someone pm me. <3 I'll be your friend.
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Depression journal.
Non-FictionThis of a journal thing... If you're depressed it might not help. Warning to you if you read this. I need help.
