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Noone taught us
Maybe
There will be a moment
When breathing doesnt feel this hard
Its like im breathing mud
Thick and heavy
Noone teaches you
How to navigate depression,early on
You just find yourself swimming in it
And then suddenly
You are told to take these pills
Speak to this person
Say these things
And you remember
You have been cutting yourself
For years
You have been crying
For years
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Tue, 2023-09-12 05:20
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Triskelion
Wed, 2023-09-13 01:49
I appreciate..
...the sentiment in your piece. I think I might have added one line, though.
Thomas
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...so like my lost dreams...the flood
kowque
Thu, 2023-09-14 01:26
I love that line !
I love that line !
Koki
Triskelion
Thu, 2023-09-14 12:29
What I find...
..interesting in this is that it can be read as the narrater being the one apparently suffering with depression and relating his/ her experience, or the narrater struggling while helping someone getting through depression. It is important to help others first. That's where happiness and true worth lies.
Thomas
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...so like my lost dreams...the flood
kowque
Thu, 2023-09-14 13:50
I hope
Others relate to the struggle of finding just how ugly life can be,but still carry on. There is courage in carrying on.
Koki
Triskelion
Sun, 2023-09-17 22:30
It is not a wonder..
..that the most courageous animals come from your country. I wish you well.
Thomas
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...so like my lost dreams...the flood