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A Deadly Game

I am depression.
You know me.
I am the voice that haunts you at night.
I love making you miserable.
Your tears, your thoughts, are the life force i need.
I thrive off it. Feed off it.
I live to destroy.
I break people down and tear apart their very soul.
I'll leave your mind grasping for a chance for it to all be okay again.
I'll stay with you.
You can numb me with pills. You can weaken me.
But i'll always come back.
i'll come back even stronger.
I love hearing screams. cries.
Beg me for mercy. Beg me to release you from the Hell i have placed you in.
I just might think about it.
I play a deadly game with your psyche. Let's see who'll win.
Everyone knows im to blame when the trigger is pulled. When the blood spills. When the rope tightens. When the pills are swallowed.
But, to me, it's fun.
I will just infect another person with my sick and twisted ways.
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