“[she whispers…]”

she whispers my name late at night
i felt her grab my hand just like last time
she comes to me and begs me please
there’s so much dark, i can’t see
“we are going to stay, we will never see”
i’m tired of this, why does this happen to me?

I hate depression, and I want her to leave.

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