Dear Depression, (A Love Letter)

Dear Depression, (A Love Letter)

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Dear Depression, No one can truly understand this twisted romance we are entangled in. A sick poly marriage we have with the ones you convinced me would protect me. You are no demon like my mother claims, nor are you a proof of my strength that my father has implied. My brother, try as he might, has ended up harming our relationship in an attempt to understand us. I have grown so attached to you, I must have you near to feel at peace. Your harsh words and cold touch make my heart at ease; because I know that there is only one of you that belongs entirely to me. MY version of you, where you will only infect MY thoughts alone. I have fallen in love with the thought of you but I cannot tell you, because then you might leave me. I don't want you to go, but every day you hurt me. I can deal with it, I know everything you do is out of love...
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At fifteen, I was deeply in love to Adam. And he was 17. Call us crazy but that year of our life we planned things in our future. I was his only girl and every girl knows that even my own very best friend. And so he was my man. Both our Families don't get along that well that's why we didn't show how serious we are for them not to split us. we fool around but we have an agreement about it. But when all your plans become uncontrollable. To the point of it kills you both and turns out to hate each other. Things make you crazy, but still, you are sane to keep reminding yourself that you loved that person and should respect all the memories no matter how it hurts you. Yes, At fifteen I was deeply broken-hearted. And decided to let go, this time, and even decided to left him without saying goodbye. What's only left to you is your pride. And he has the bigger pride to deal with. And even his feelings for you seem not enough to tell you to stay and fight things together. The more I stay and watch the more I lose myself. So I left and it hurts. I am the famous Olivia King and I always win but this time, I know I have to lose and disappear. what hurts us break us, and isn't it people are destined to just met? if its true? will we survived it?

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