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My friend, Depression

I know you. I've always known you. You're with me unfailingly. You go where I go, an endless cycle. A carousel at a fair, you are. But you don't play fair. You are a virus, a cadaverous plaque. You attach yourself to me and wait until I am alone to slink yourself into my veins. I live and breathe you, like poisonous gas. I can feel you in the corner of the dark, blank room. Waiting for a smile to appear on my face, so you can force it into a frown and paralyze my thoughts. Hovering, watching, and waiting for me to pour onto the floor, so you can pretend to help pick me back up. I am suffocating in you. I can't breathe the clean air I use to breathe anymore I'm chained to my inevitable grieve, and you have the key. But I am too weak to fight back to you. So I will wait until you, my dearest friend, feel like the damage is done. My friend, Depression.

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Date: 1/27/2021 3:52:00 PM
Very good wordplay in this one! Very powerful subject as well
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