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Depression

A gut wrenching feeling in which where your inner body tries fighting its way out through the pain but is only drowned by more sorrow. It feels like I'm drowning, and every time I try to swim to surface I'm dragged down by a wave of grief and betrayal and overflowing with relief that I'm released of a burden when I thought she was dead. I guess I couldn't call depression, more of a corrupted feeling of treachery. I feel so poetic, but unfortunately this isn't Shakespeare. 

This is reality.

A world of living people that move around day by day only to end their life with an unwilling death. I guess even though she faked her own death she was trying to help anybody she could in a way.

Even though she helped a person she though needed it. 

She also lost a now loyal friend.

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