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Depression
What am I forgetting?
I hope its not too important.
He told himself
As the friends he once cared for
Drift further away and the
Bridges we once built
To the places we don't remember slowly delapidate
Through neglect
At least I still have you
I hope its not too important.
He told himself
As the friends he once cared for
Drift further away and the
Bridges we once built
To the places we don't remember slowly delapidate
Through neglect
At least I still have you
Published 13th Aug 2019
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13th Aug 2019 8:14am
Can relate to this in a big way, depression is a demon that never truly goes away it’s like a ghost that haunts you sometimes even taunts you
