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it says hello like an old friend from lifetimes ago the embrace is seductive; it's easy to give in Go to sleep it says, it'll be all right It offers peace and sings you a lullaby it says goodbye and you begin to cry this is it's biggest trick; getting you to mourn it's presence by your side it creeps back in, promising never to leave this time. everybody is pleading and screaming on the outside; but they do not understand c'mon, you're not like them; the thing whispers into your head there's nothing for you outside this bubble; your only friend lives inside your head they beg you to look at the sun, try and smile they say, c'mon just have some fun but the appeal of the grey skies will never leave, for this is the part, all the psychs in the world, fail to see you see, happiness is more confusing than depression ever was & the problem is,      you treat it like an enemy,                                           when to most of us,                                                                             it acts like a friend.
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
friend
it says hello like an old friend from lifetimes ago the embrace is seductive; it's easy to give in Go to sleep it says, it'll be all right It offers peace and sings you a lullaby it says goodbye and you begin to cry this is it's biggest trick; getting you to mourn it's presence by your side it creeps back in, promising never to leave this time. everybody is pleading and screaming on the outside; but they do not understand c'mon, you're not like them; the thing whispers into your head there's nothing for you outside this bubble; your only friend lives inside your head they beg you to look at the sun, try and smile they say, c'mon just have some fun but the appeal of the grey skies will never leave, for this is the part, all the psychs in the world, fail to see you see, happiness is more confusing than depression ever was & the problem is,      you treat it like an enemy,                                           when to most of us,                                                                             it acts like a friend.
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18/F/Montreal, QC
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
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