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Jan 2019
Everytime I think I’m doing better,
I’m not.
I have a good day,
Then a terrible week,
An empty and depressing week.
I have a good month,
Then I forget what happiness even feels like.
No matter how hard I fight it,
The darkness always comes back.
Maybe it’s time I succumb to it...
Written by
Soph T
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