Terrifying Depression’s Kindness

Three aspects.

One result.

Curled up in a ball weeping.

Phone in hand.

Talking to someone.

A stranger.

Yet, somehow, they understand.

Today I will still live.

Tomorrow, I hope to wake up to.

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