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Do I still suffer from depression?
Yes indeed I think it's become an obsession
The comfort in being miserable
The peace in being vulnerable
The Solitude in the darkness
That if I don't have it it becomes an emptiness
Some one stop me please?
I feel weak on my knees
This comfortability is a disease
That's killing me softly while I'm at ease
YOU ARE READING
Candour
PoetryMy truth.... My thoughts..... My intakes...... My views.. Its poetry...
