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Dec 2018
Depression is a room,
one of many in this mansion I call my brain.
I've left, I assume,
but I still hear those demons scream my name.
I visualize my emotions as different rooms; I suppose these metaphors are a way for me to feel control over my thoughts, to give a name I can comprehend to these things I don't exactly understand. There are different mindsets I'm able to enter into, and I'm able to keep myself in that room and lock myself up in that room, whether it's good or bad. I still feel myself being drawn to that state of mind where I let my emotions overcome me and control me. I know some friends who are in the same place. I titled this "hallway", because I don't think we've exaclty reached a room where that darkness doesn't affect us. Maybe that's not a possibility, but still we prevail towards hope.
Gabriel Bonney
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Gabriel Bonney  17/M/Indiana
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