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Dear Depression, Your waves rushed over me The pain was comparable to the sting of your biggest bee Your words
The past twelve months I've been a pebble Drifting in the sea. Floating at the surface then being violently turned around: Disoriented and unaware and Dizzy. The current will stop for a second,
-I went through a season of roaming. appeared as a tornado in the sand Rotating while in orbit, a cycle that I could not break without the mighty strength of God to stabilize me.
Each day it's the same It's a constant mental game Do I work for the almighty coin? Is that where happiness and comfort join? Does the value really exist in a dollar?
I use to feel lost and insecure in who I was The pain in my life seemed unbearable and my vision became blurry Each day I sunk deeper into the dark haziness of my mind