When darkness finds you
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Depression ? Depression isn't something you can just " get over " . It stays with you . Even when your happy , you have that weight on your chest . All those memories and scars remind you of the stress you had to overcome . And a part of that depression is always with you . Happy or not you still feel empty , and you still feel that pain that taunted you . Whenever something goes wrong , all that pain comes back , and all the stress moves back into your mind . You feel like picking up a razor and slitting your wrist again . All those sleepless nights come back and your back to crying every night . All those thoughts you thought were gone are right back in your head , and all the torment you thought you would never feel again , you felt it . When darkness finds you , even when you try to escape , it becomes a part of you .
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