10:16pm
The Angel of Death,
She calls my name.
Blood in my veins,
Addictive, my bane.
The Angel of Death,
On me, She brings depression.
I am her possession,
I know I shall never freshen.
The Angel of Death,
Me and her are one.
We fit together,
Though I knowI should shun.
-A shitty thing I wrote
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Dear Diary... *January 2015*
Non-FictionThat's the difference between you and me, you defended yourself from the depression like it was a new enemy, where I welcomed it like a new friend. Just the thoughts of a English teenager.
