I can feel you
Balling up
Like dry lint
Collecting
Bits of yourself
Tiptoeing
Around
Gathering
Strength
But my brain
Has creaky
Well used
Floorboards
Mostly
Because of you
And I know
Every single time
I experience
Self-doubt
Or self-loathing
You’ll be there
To devour
The scraps
And I’ll be
Fighting you
Once again
Someday soon
*It’s important to note that you don’t defeat depression. It’s a part of you that must be discovered and managed. Always. Forever.
HASTYWORDS 
Keep writing, whatever you do! Love this! Love your writing.
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Thank you my friend 🙂
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Like a hunting cat,
motionless, watching for the moment to pounce; Or like Poe’s perched raven answering “Nevermore” – yes, that’s depression, the adversary.
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Your words are always so well put. This describes my feeling on depression well. Much love to you.
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❤️❤️❤️
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