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 Jul 2017 charity benignos
Rand
Dear depression
I'm writing to let you know
That I don't have anything else to give
You took away all my hope

What more do you want of me
The few breaths that I take?
They're not even for me I swear
I just don't want them to break
The ones who still care about me
Somehow you weren't able to push them away
I guess they're stronger than I'll ever be
But I don't want you to make them ache

Hurt me bruise me take my soul
But let my body here
For them , not me , I'm miserable at my best
But I can't let them live in fear

Dear depression
Please subside
We can live together
Just don't make me die
You say I'm not in control of my emotions
I told you I feel everything all the time
Scale from 1-10 I'm an 8 minimum
You won't stop talking.
Tell me how well you control yours
Only because you can flip them on or off

Personally that sounds weak to me
That's not control of them
That's ignoring them
Real control is feeling them and not losing my mind, well anymore than I already have.
Real control isn't flipping them off
I'm not just in control but I have maid friends with them.

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