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With You, Goodbyes Never Come Easy

If only this was a story written in words and not real life; if only I could state how my eyes locked back the tears every time they blinked looking at you; if only I could put down the warmth of my hands every time they were wrapped around yours.

This Is How Depression Truly Feels

The silliest decision was to handle it on my own, to not talk about it and to avoid taking meds. Being in your own hell is bad enough, I can’t imagine being called a whack job for no reason.

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