Depression
Depression.
It never leaves.
Never lets up.
Never.
Its always there eating away at my
soul.
Picking away at my happiness.
Making my life worse.
Taking away my light and replacing it with
darkness.
Nothing works.
Not pills, not talking,
nothing.
My depression will always be present.
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