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Once I tried to convince myself that it was seasonal, And that it would pass like the chilly weather. Then flowers started to blossom, But I was still stuck in the bud of my mind And birds came back from migration, But my happiness didn't. Though there were no more flurries of snow in the air, There were still blizzards in me. Now, I wasn't only freezing, But I was alone. While my teeth were chattering, I watched everyone else have fun in the sun. With no one here, no one to snuggle up with, it's impossible to keep warm. I tried to reach out at least a hand to their summer world, But it could never reach me. It's almost like I have a repellent on me, And no matter how hard i scrub, It always remains. But of course, I'm not going to drag others into this winter with me. Because I know the nature of it. And I wouldn’t want to inflict it on anyone; Once it begins, it'll never end. This eternal winter has no escape. This eternal winter Will be the death of me.
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Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 11:23 PM UTC
Eternal Winter
Once I tried to convince myself that it was seasonal, And that it would pass like the chilly weather. Then flowers started to blossom, But I was still stuck in the bud of my mind And birds came back from migration, But my happiness didn't. Though there were no more flurries of snow in the air, There were still blizzards in me. Now, I wasn't only freezing, But I was alone. While my teeth were chattering, I watched everyone else have fun in the sun. With no one here, no one to snuggle up with, it's impossible to keep warm. I tried to reach out at least a hand to their summer world, But it could never reach me. It's almost like I have a repellent on me, And no matter how hard i scrub, It always remains. But of course, I'm not going to drag others into this winter with me. Because I know the nature of it. And I wouldn’t want to inflict it on anyone; Once it begins, it'll never end. This eternal winter has no escape. This eternal winter Will be the death of me.
I thought it was seasonal... turns out it wasn't. It was persistent depressive disorder.
Lumin_e
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16/NB/The back of the moon
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 11:23 PM UTC
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