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An open letter to my depression.

You have taken so much away from me, you foul opened mouth beast.
I remember lying awake in bed praying to the gods to just kill me,
To turn me into oblivion in a night's sky, to obliterate me.
But they never listened.

We are connected, You and I.
You are tethered to my soul and you sip wine from my carcass,
When I want to start again you weigh me down,
You give me more reasons to lay back down.

But I don't want to lay back down,
I want to feel the sun on my face, and remember what it is to live,
I want more than you could ever give me.

You foul opened mouth beast, I want nothing more from you.
I want to feel the sun on my soul, and the warmth on my skin.
I am not whole again, but I am trying to be.
I'm gluing all my pieces back together and I don't want your help.
So please, leave me be.
Written by Fallen_Angel_194 (Angel.)
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