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I have always felt a deep sadness that I could never run away from. I never gave up and look how far I managed to come. I can't tell you how many people told me that I had it easy. If my life was so easy, why do I feel like I can never be free? I have everything I need and yet, I still feel this darkness in my heart. I feel these emotions all at once and it is tearing me apart! It's getting worse and all I can do is hope for that one day; The one day, where I won't feel like I'm wasting away. I hate feeling this pain deep inside and not knowing what's wrong with me. I can't explain why I always feel like I'm drowning! I don't know how to control these emotions that weigh me down. I can't explain for fear of dragging down anyone who is around. I don't want to burden anyone more than I already do. I'll keep telling myself I'm doing this for you. I don't want you to see this depression or these emotions that consumes me. I'll continue being strong for you, but I'll never let you see.

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Date: 2/13/2021 4:34:00 AM
"I'll continue being strong for you, but I'll never let you see." - This line resonated to how I felt a few a years ago when I was trying to be strong for my mother. But I allowed myself to feel weak in front of a close friend to relieve the pain. I hope that soon you could find a way to be strong for this person without feeling drowning.
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Date: 11/16/2020 7:37:00 AM
I wrote a poem called drowning in darkness, which is about depression, so i understand your pain... Writing helps, but there are other coping mechanisms that can make you feel better... So many fail to see how one is struggling, because some hide it... Deep and emotive first post.. Welcome to poetry soup..
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Date: 11/16/2020 12:02:00 AM
simply looking at the contracting thought forms of alien origin, resting in the void of stillness in our heart blissful and virgin, our thus nonchalance, in playful innocence, sees that the bubbles of thoughts imaginary, burst noiselessly in inner silence sedentary
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