I met you in the dark, you were there...just there with no heart, you kept torturing me...crowding my mind hurting my soul, so I decided to call you depression...because you made me sick of feeling down.
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Book Of Thoughts
PoetryI inhale words and exhale thoughts. 📖📒📝 I write to cope in intricate times of my life. "Writing helps me escape reality, freeing me from my miseries and calamity". I write to vent out what's on my mind, it helps me cope. This book is a compilati...
