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May 2020
Insidious night.
Encapsulate me forever,
I beg.

The word 'depressed' is trite.
Just like love, I feel more than I can say.
I hide behind apathy
Yet my emotions control me every day.
Written by
june ivy  19/F/California
(19/F/California)   
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   ---, Peter and Nylee
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