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Jul 2018
You don't know if you'll win or not.
You don't know if you'll survive.
You're so far from being just fine,
You don't even know what your life defines.

Death says "Come with me and you'll be fine"
I reply "Why would I die before my death? Why would I **** myself when it's not yet my time."
No one can decide your death.
Not even you.
Only God can.

You need to fight that thing on your mind!
The other ones around you will not give up for you.
Your heart is closed with several locks.
For those people around you, don't just knock but help them open those locks one by one.

You don't have to fight.
You NEED to fight.
I know you're tired but you have to win.
You need to win this battle on your mind.
Don't die before your death.
Fight it. Gear up.
Everyone who is depressed, don't lose hope.
Scaevola Lisianthus
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Scaevola Lisianthus  F/Somewhere
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