Depression is coming and it's coming for all of us. It doesn't discriminate, we could all fall victim to it. I lay in bed at night because I can feel it creeping up on me, I feel it taking over me. I will not fall into the trap, I will survive this. I will try to make it out to the other side where all is clear and bright. My depression may push me down but eventually, I will get back up. I will not be alone in my thoughts forever.
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Sophia Riches
23. Poetry is my copping mechanism.
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This is amazing Sophia. I can definitely feel where you’re coming from. Thank you for sharing