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Depression

As my pain grows stronger... I grow weaker. If there was only some way to ease all this burning tension in my head my life would go back to flying like a butterfly and buzzing like a bee. But it also stings with envy.
And burns all my memories to the ground... only the good ones actually. 'I'm so sorry' someone whispers. My tears aren't hot but cold. They freeze me like ice, searching for it's natural enemy. I lay down on the ground crying myself to sleep. Fire flames bounce around in my hea

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