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Depression:
It rips you apart
Skin by
skin,
Bone by
bone,
Cell by
cell.

It's the 2AM thoughts that never leave your mind. Mind. Constantly thinking, hesitating, deciding, wondering,
Why?
Why is my mind a grenade of
pain; anytime sadness seeps into my bones an explosion of emptiness evokes me.
Alone.
I am an enemy of my own being; the creator of my own
darkness.

Depression:
It's a canvas of negative emotions.
The smile engraved on your face.
The black hole in your chest.
The bruises on your knees.
The blood on your wrists.
The tears in your eyes.
The pain
 May 2015 Stephanie White
Leilaaa
When I was younger,
My mother taught me a trick
That when you keep repeating a word
Over and over and over again
It loses its meaning.

You. You. You. *You.

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