I thought that this would work.
Steal away these pessimistic thoughts,
Open the gate to better things.
Late nights consume me whole;
At least I don't have to lie anymore.
Tell me, was it all a game to you?
I hold on to the punctured heart you abandoned.
Now what am I supposed to do?
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Deep Down Depression
PoetryWe always said we would be together forever. We believed that nothing had the power to separate us. I think that's what made losing you so much worse.
