Depression.
It overtakes your whole being.
It makes you numb.
It gives you the illusion of being real.
But when it leads you to defiling your own body
To malnutrition
To death,
You finally feel at peace when that comes.
At least,
You hope you do.
Because it makes you want nothing more than to die.
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