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My Tryst With Depression

My Tryst With Depression

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Depression makes me feel like a diva.

I run over people's hearts like they are pieces of gravel on the asphalt.

Other times,

I howl like a lone wolf desiring the moon.


Dreams draw me to mystical islands,

A victim of my own fantasies, I give in.

Relief washes me in the form of sleep.


The bubble bursts and I wake up with my eyes wide open.

Pangs of hunger kick in,

Shoving food down my throat,

I satiate my growling stomach.


I hear muffled voices and silent whispers,

Questioning my own existence.

Feeling cornered, I demand answers from the self,

But all I can feel is a gnawing void growing every second.



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