Closure. I need it. To move on. To forgive and forget. Or something like that.
"Why weren't you there when I needed you?!"
My happiness, my heart is all hanging on a thread. The depression is crushing me. It is suffocating me. I don't want to die yet.
"Because we aren't meant to be. Face it and let it sink in,"
And just like that, I lost my hope. Maybe I do want to die.
Maybe I should let the depression drown me. After all, depression is drowning while you can see everyone around you still breathing.
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