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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I lost my mom at 11, that's when it started. My dad became a drunk and I was left to take care of my 3-month-old baby sister. Now I'm 23, graduated a few years ago and my sister, now 12, can understand what happened. She never fully understood when I needed someone to and I didn't have many friends that stuck around afterwards. Until I met him. We were friends first, then the feelings got deeper. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He was my first kiss, first date, first real friend, first love, everything. I loved him and I do. I've said it. Now all we do is fight. I don't know why we can't figure things out, but I can't take this fighting. I just want things to go back to the way things were. The way we used to be... Happy, carefree teens that pretended we had the whole world figured out.

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