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Nov 2020
You tell me you love me
(No one loves me)
You tell me people care
(I am alone)
You say I am beautiful
(I am ugly)
You tell me it gets better
(It won’t)

I never believe you that it gets better
But it always does
Depression tells us lies. Please don’t believe it. I fight with this every single time.

Β© JUPITERSPROUT_2020
Written by
Ameliorate  31/F/Canada
(31/F/Canada)   
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