I am broken loose, and untethered,

Please come across as my heaven,

Snapped apart, and left to be -

I am not chosen for anybody.

Rift of pain, so vile and deep -

When did love become so cheap?

Left to nurse an absent heart,

Never again my chariot.

Loss of Magic.

Depression isn't a feeling for me.

It's an absence of feeling.

I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.

I'd rather be full of misery than empty.

Without feeling I am nothing.

Without feeling I simply

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