Sometimes I wonder if he could utter the words that could save his life. I have never seen someone so full of pain and sadness and it kills any words I might utter in return. Depression is a thief stealing perfectly good moments and locking them in the dark. There must have been dreams and…
Woke up looking for myself AGAIN. I could feel reality playing hide-n-seek in my mind AGAIN. Desperately trying to find any evidence I had been there, a trail, breadcrumbs, anything AGAIN. A clue that might help me find my confidence before the insecurities, in this absence of reality, come out and play and run rampant AGAIN. I jump in the shower because…
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