Depression sleeps under my skin
Yet I’m the one still awake while the world sleeps
The crack of dawn rises a new day begins
But I’m so tired with the pressure I weep
why
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Love is something that is bitter
It can begin soft but end violently
It can hold you captive by the throat while it carved your heart silently
Love is a very complicated and soul bending beauty