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DepressionI can feel the walls caving in on me, I can’t breathe. I try to call out for help, but no one seems to listen. Screaming and crying till my throat feels like sandpaper, why won’t they listen? Why can’t they see in how much pain I am really in? Smiling on the outside, but crying on the inside. Desperately trying not to break in front of everyone, not wanting to let them all down. Why, why won’t they notice? Has it really come to a point where I’ve gotten so used to faking that it seems like it’s the real me? But as soon as the door closes I fall apart, start crying my eyes out until I have no tears left to cDepression by ~s-svenske-k
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