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paper crane
another sad teen searching for a reason to be
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paper crane
another sad teen searching for a reason to be
another sad teen searching for a reason to be
another sad teen searching for a reason to be
Depression is a funny thing.
It comes in large crashing waves,
then settles into to a captivating,
slow rhythm.
One moment you are getting pulled out to sea, and the next you are floating.
All is quiet,
and you feel comfortable,
bathing in your numbness.
As the waves return to the sea,
the words give way to silence....
I look at you,
and you turn away
I speak,
and you pretend not to hear
I wish you would listen
I wish you would stop moving further away
I can barely see you now, and tears fall down my face like droplets of rain on a dirty window,
revealing all that is inside
If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm....