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Jul 2014
Depression is the worst.
The pain it gives you.
It sinks deep deep down inside you.
Some of us handle it by
smoking cigarettes.
Some drink their pain away.
Others, like me,
cut red lines like tally's
across our skin.
None of these ways are good for us.
But what are we to really do?
We feel alone.
We feel destroyed.
We feelΒ Β disconnected.
The prescriptions ****.
Why do we have to have something
to swallow to make us feel better?

We shouldn't.

But some of us do.

Depression is the worst.
I would know, & so would you.
Adriean New
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Adriean New  Indiana
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