Depression.
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This is a short story/poem about depression in human form.
How someone feels when depressed, but instead of it being an abstract feeling, depression takes human form.
~I fall in love with his presence.
~ He was all I needed.
~His blue eyes became more enchanting than cold.
~His touch left a shivering sensation.
~ I was prepared to sacrifice my life for his love.
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