Owning the darkest parts of myself
The me that I never let out
Trapped little girl, buried deep
Under my false, pretentious, pretty girl exterior
Her name is Depression
Bi-Polar, Borderline Personality
This inner self pulls me into the dark and twisty night
To a place where no light shines through
Cold, empty loneliness
A place where we barely eat
We watch the flood flow...
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