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by Poet on the Piano May 25, 2013 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I never believed her- he goes to sleep because he's depressed about your fights? He's finally seen it, she said, the depth of this love- an inflammation. If this is what will be the result, why do you even try again? My bones throb, the anguish like bacteria eating my flesh. Isn't it just building thick skin, throwing the dirt in a hiding place, and starting over until you fall?- Written 5/24/13 @ 11:27 pm