Depression, I didn’t know... «До последнего вздоха»
e_lina16 июля 2020Depression, I didn’t know what you were when you came sneaking under my window. I had known sadness. I had known loneliness. I had known anger and resentment and shame and fleeting numbness. I had known all those things. They would come and go, settling into the air and around my fingertips and eyelashes. A scream, a bruise, a curse, a door slam might’ve triggered it, but then I would grit my teeth and narrow my eyes, and with time, I would scare it off. The feeling would slink away. In a few minutes. A few hours. A few days.
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