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Depression wrote me a love letter His handwriting looks just like Death’s • See, our love is a secret and it is an instant escape. He can take me anywhere but I have to be alone first, I have to be asleep first. It has to be just us. He said he loves me and he has to, he has to protect me from everyone else -everyone but him. If I want I can be with him forever, but It’s just for me, somewhere only I can go. No, the promise land isn’t Heaven but if I could be rid of this Earthly existence then perhaps even Hell could be paradise. My path emerges: clean cut Cut deeper, cut longer, cut - maybe God can’t hear me maybe God can see me — see this • I don’t want to be in love with Depression but he seduced me into a belief: only he and I exist - So how do I stop loving the only part of me that I can still see? Tell me you can still see me, God. Can you see all of me? Am I still here?
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Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 12:26 AM UTC
clean cut
Depression wrote me a love letter His handwriting looks just like Death’s • See, our love is a secret and it is an instant escape. He can take me anywhere but I have to be alone first, I have to be asleep first. It has to be just us. He said he loves me and he has to, he has to protect me from everyone else -everyone but him. If I want I can be with him forever, but It’s just for me, somewhere only I can go. No, the promise land isn’t Heaven but if I could be rid of this Earthly existence then perhaps even Hell could be paradise. My path emerges: clean cut Cut deeper, cut longer, cut - maybe God can’t hear me maybe God can see me — see this • I don’t want to be in love with Depression but he seduced me into a belief: only he and I exist - So how do I stop loving the only part of me that I can still see? Tell me you can still see me, God. Can you see all of me? Am I still here?
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Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 12:26 AM UTC
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