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Depression

by shruthimakam37

Everytime she held a knife , it's more real than anything else Everytime she wrote unsent secret letters,it's more real than anything Everytime she got high over her thoughts,it's more real than anything Everytime her eyes turn red without drugs,it's more real than anything Everytime she puts up her smile and laugh a lot over smallest of things just because she don't wanna show up her fears and demons that are haunting, scaring, threatening her to death,it's the real struggle
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shruthimakam37
19 / F / Bangalore
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Written by
shruthimakam37
19 / F / Bangalore
Published
Jan 30, 2019
Time
1m
Notes

Depression can be deadly

Except for the person who's facing it no one else can really know what they're going through

Don't call it depression

Don't call it anxiety

Call it a WAR

where the only option is to rule over it

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#depression#broken#depressed#brokenheart#love#life#awarness#struggle#truth
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