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Dec 2013
Funny,
how the worst, most torturous depression comes at night.

Mind-splitting, bone crushing, aching, lonesome depression that cuts you open to the core.

That heavy, painful feeling in your chest that you cannot help but succumb to.
It reminds you just how weak you are.

How susceptible you are to pain, to humiliation, shame...

How you want nothing more
than
to
sleep.
Written by
Ciara  24/F/Hell
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