19. Depression

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A black hole,
Inescapable air.
Pulls you in,
Can’t break free.

Nothing.
No light.
No sound.
The beating of a heart,
Breaking below.

Your thoughts swirl around your head.
Desperate breaths.
Gasp for air.

Spit out the blood,
As a tooth falls from my mouth.
Beaten,
Left for dead.

Crying in the corner,
Alone,
With no one there to help,
Lost in the see of depression,
The mad young man can’t get out.

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