Depression steals my tired.
So I lay staring at the wall.
In my partner's arms,
Not blinking at all.
I find the empty space,
When the depression cuts that deep,
And dissociate.
Because I can't sleep.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:01 PM UTC
Depression steals my tired.
So I lay staring at the wall.
In my partner's arms,
Not blinking at all.
I find the empty space,
When the depression cuts that deep,
And dissociate.
Because I can't sleep.
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