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WHY?




People get depressed.

They get lonely, sad, and critical in ways not everyone can understand. How many times did you cried yourself to sleep? How many times did you feel so incomplete and hollow that it almost felt unreal?

Some romanticizes depression as if it's a trend. But it's not.

There's nothing sweet or beautiful in being depressed, maybe after you successfully passed all the demons and darkness wanting to caved you, but never while you are drowning with thoughts even science can't stop.

Nobody understands because nobody knows when the attack will happen.

Nobody knows because you don't want to,because talking is suffering and suffering is the emptiness from within.

This is for you.

This is for the people who laugh but bleeds inside.

For those who are lost and stucked.

May you dream of tomorrow and not being gone by tomorrow.

I know your pains.





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