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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #845073
This is a poem about my personal battle with depression.
Alone in the shadows
we walk.
Aparitions in our own minds.
Some other force
takes our body
and with it mixes
false emotions and gestures.
Inherently called behavior,
it never matches
anything that's true.
Anything that even resembles
ourselves.
Alone we walk.
At least together,
are we who roam the dark.
Together, are we
who never see the light.
Death it seems
is only the beginning.
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