Repremand me,
keep me from feeling,
help me overcome the sadness inside.
It burns,
yet my flesh feels cold.
I can't breathe,
and yet here I am
living another day.
It's just another day of silence,
but it's a deciver you know?
I can be silent,
yet there is a poison within me,
pulsing...
and it's called depression.
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Eh...i don't like it.
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You may not like it, but I do! This is my favorite one of those I've read tonight. This is poetic and hauntingly true. I like the way this flows.



