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by Jacintha Oct 10, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
A depression I once had. I survived it, And hoped that he would never come back. Then it happened, Not the same as before, But alike. I don’t want to let him in, So he can rule my life again. Here he stands, Knocking on my door. Waiting for me, To let him in once again.