Depression
People wonder what goes on in my life.
I wonder the same.
For years I have suffered with depression.
But recently, I grew apart from it.
I'm happy.
But now I'm left with a lot of time on my mind.
I hate it.
I miss my depression.
I need my depression.
Because it gives me a distraction.
I don't feel anything with it.
I'm emotionless.
That's why I need it.
It keeps everything else off my mind.
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