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Oct 21
depression is back like a prison sentence i forgot i was serving.
freedom felt like a vacation instead of a destination and
summer ended months ago.
there is so much more weight than there used to be but
there is also nothing there and i don't know
how to explain how much slower i'm walking.
i lie more, cry more, sit alone inside more and
i'm left wishing i could just go home but
another voice inside me says
you are.
Written by
avalon  19/F
         925, jul, Ava May, Christine Ely, camila and 1 other
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