' 'fear' 'lost' 'alone' 'sad' 'hurt' depressed' 'help'
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When do you grow up and what’s its result? Better question, what decides that you’re an adult? Some people say paying taxes, getting your license, finishing school… …drink at the bar, be in the jury, or finally move.
To the man who says depression is fake and actually believes it. You know who you are. Hi, my name is Nate, we haven’t met or maybe we did. There’s so many of you screaming in my ears that I might not have heard you.
It makes me sick To remember our names Were one used together. It makes me sick To remember I used To write your last name after my first. And now, Just the thought of a lemon
It was a wild fable you see visions of hippies dancing, singing free their song resonating within my jovial mountains Buddhism captivated me shook the little girl in kindergarten and said
I always see people returning after a crisis, Standing alone without shoes and without hope, What can be believed living in the street He could only find peace from the pages covering his feet
I miss holding your hand as you fell asleep. Laying on your chest, listening to your breath And the way you would adjust So your legs were always touching mine.
You wear a brave facade to hide your fear of the dark. Looking Looking for another light to follow because your own light has finally dimmed