Cynical
Depression is slowly creeping it's way in again. Mechanically making it through day after day. Keeping my soul and fears hidden from even myself. Holding responsibly so heavy I'm drowning in the rain of my own tears. The puddles slowly becoming the lakes of my own sorrow. The little voice saying we have been here before and made it out. But the light looks smaller and farther away than ever before. Feeling over run in a world of selfishness,empty sorries and self serving thank you's.
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