d e p r e s s i o n;
Music is inspiration. Writing is my friend.She had feared that the day would come when she would be deemed worthless. Pathetic was what she thought of herself. Crying over the same things over and over again. And she realized that she was done. Done with everything life had to offer. She closed her eyes and let the darkness wash over her. It was better to die in peace than to live in fear.
Depression affects my writing.
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