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Janie Slade 6h
Depression took my son Almost took me too I’ve wanted to give up I’m thankful that I didn’t Wasn’t easy to get up Didn’t happen overnight Bit by bit I got there Learned to live again Everything’s not perfect But it’s precious (depression)
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Giselle 15h
I am not My Not the Longing for Freedom Nagging In the marrow Of my bones I am more Than days Stretched into Nights Slept away Through fear Of living in This mind ~I am light The cadence Of the ocean I am life Imperfect But trying
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Mackenzie Littledale 12h
Don't ask me how, but I don't mind what you say so much anymore. I've stepped beyond the reach of your barbed words and hate-filled laughter. Like a superhero, I won't let you reign over my emotions. I won't tumble into bc of you. See you in the ring.
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Giselle 17h
That's what I have become Vast and empty Spread too thin Across theses Walls of mine Like patchy paintwork Carpets All my rooms And I am lost Then I find it In the most unlikely place Somewhere I can simply Be Here I am me
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Tafari Nugent 12h
Rhonda kept climbing through the ship; finally she reached the ships hull, smaller crafts lined the walls perhaps her and Xax could make their escape. She could hear the patrols coming, this was their last chance to return to Earth.
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Smarty Marty 8h
My is like a contagious disease. Like Typhoid Mary I spread it to everyone I touch. They, in turn, give it to their family & acquaintances until exponentially all become sick. Soon none of us can get out of bed and face the world. Everything crumbles.
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Matabu 5h
It is a shadow I have never invited From the black sun it comes From that which eats And throws out revisions Or else revenge It is a shadow That walks in silence And yet makes So very much noise I do not know This shadows name But it takes on My form
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Kay Hammett 8h
Autumnal The evening draws in To shorter days as I watch The sunset Feeling the end of Summer’s lease in The crisp air as the birds Sing a Goodbye song and The leaves hopelessly Cling to the season Fall awaits .
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Martin Cullen 7h
The demon's name: depression. It had been locked in a cage in his mind since, forever. It got out sometimes. Crushed him. Tore at his heart. Pushed him to do things. But he knew with each sunrise came hope. A chance for happiness. A chance to kick depression's ass.
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🇨🇦Lisa 4h
I see blue sky and I must separate my foot from ground with a step to go somewhere, apples? I can’t move it don’t get me wrong I’m not sad not down someone darts me with words major depressive as I wait but I don't remember whether I care or how to move my foot
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A Sense of Wander 5h
Tell me about your depression, Miss Stihl It's complicated, doctor. It starts like a negative voice, then it becomes this cavernous pit of self doubt. I can't see past the darkness. Do you have a name for this voice? It calls itself Oizys.
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Cassondra Windwalker 7h
What better than this? A hand-scooped depression in warm sand, bare skin lying fearless under the sun, clear water splashing over my toes. I shall sleep in my coracle of sand and dream of you.
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Chase Charles 14h
Depression is not what you think it is. I mean, what do you think it is? I hear a lot about murky, cavernous darkness. But anyone can get depressed in the trenches. It takes a true master to feel it in the soft warm glow of the sun.
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Jared Mulhair 6h
over the busted lip of the land a depression the rubble around me tumbles a percussion i claw the cavernous cheeks a confession i want the moonlight on the creek an elision even a glimmer of serenity a completion
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➡️ Monique 🐦🌿 9h
A repertoire of moods seismic mind-shifts absent from playlists I sit up for raindrops depression wears the pipes what a sardonic sound in familiar surroundings
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... Sep 18
Alacrity with all that has your love— captivated, infatuated, dissipated. Meantime, a red rose thorns, ”It's freewill and fate;" While a honeybee buzzes, "Labour and wait;" Woe, joy, or as such written as my fate— still heartbroken; Glories I now relate.
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Robert J. W. 6h
This is a cave in which I constantly claw for an exit. Is there a light at the end of this jumble or should I just make one from the last glimmer in my eye?
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Jennifer Hibbs Sep 17
These days, They drag on And on, When I'm Down, Low in my thoughts And Without Pizazz Where is the Rope To climb Out of this hole, Who has a hand, To lend, To lift Me up I'll find my Own Strength, In my heart Where you lay, I always do, It just Takes A little time
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Matabu 4h
And again the needle jumps Into the bloody scratch A groove made somewhen On a dark perhaps I don't recall Events from behind A locked door Whisper their lyrical tears And the needle travels The deep groove Depression written in notes
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Kevin Sand 4h
This fucking invisible car Into which I was thrown Forced to drive through cavernous night Where every streetlight is an eye Every star made of depression Wailing songs to break our souls Fuelling mysteries of my inertia Hysterically I fight off hope
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