Depression

Depression, it takes over me. It's a stranger in the night; Come to abduct me. I am the host as it feeds on my mentality and imperfectness. I've become one with that consumes me. The lies I've fought back for so long are now what is my identity. The beast haunts me day in and day out. Knowing no boundaries it hold it's grip tightly. Never leaves, even when I'm tired and wiry.





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