Leave me be

I think depression is in love with me. His alibi is anxiety. I run and run but they follow me everywhere. It's like we're having an affair. Sometimes I agree and let them overtake me and sometimes I keep running. "I can't stay here," I tell them. "Your friends are suicide, your leaders are demons. They fuck me then give me blades as gifts. I can't stay here any longer."


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