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1. Depression

I feel like falling down on my knees and crying all the time.

Nobody knows how i feel.

And nobody will ever know.

It's like I'm falling apart more and more everyday.

 

''Die'' they tell me.

And maybe i should.

I don't want to waste my time on killing butterflies anymore.

 

My sadness gets worse everyday,

And darkness is all i see.

I can't handle it anymore.

 

Cutting my skin is the only option i have.

Because i don't want to die.

But i don't want to live either.

I call it ''Depression''.

 

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