November 6th
I never sleep any more, but I’m all right, the monster only makes it hurt when I breathe.
I fear the darkness for I know it’s within myself but I have no idea what the light can do.
And I know when I leave to school; I will look at myself in the mirror, wash away those tears, be strong, paint on my smile and walk away… I have to pretend I’m fine.
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Sweet Despondency
Teen Fiction~. Despondency: Low spirits from loss of hope or courage; Dejection: an air of despondency .~