Depression is a battle; Depression is a war,
the only one you will ever fight alone.
This great sadness of ever lasting pain is to much to bare, to much to take, every day you make my heart ache.
My friend, my enemy, you have taken everything: my friends, my family, my life, my smile, my joy, my happiness, you even take the words from my lips. Yet their is one thing, one thing above all else that remains, that you can never take away from me... Hope.
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