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Depression continued to lay her head on her halfway dried pillow, eyes gazing blankly up at her dull bedroom ceiling. Her eyes probably stung physically if she could emotionally muster the ability to fill the emptiness and numbness inside of her. Her arms were lifelessly by her sides, wrists upward so if someone pulled her covers off of her, her scars throughout her arms and wrists could be vividly seen. But because her parents were out of town for their successful thriving businesses, she was left alone at home. The thickening silence of disappointment slipped threateningly into her room and spread like sticky kerosene, the waft of death and blood seeping into every space of her room. Depression despises herself, truly believing that it is better to drift and fade away into death rather than stay alive. Her room roars so piercingly in the utter silence. Ghosting her friends and shutting down help, she spirals into the depths of nothingness. Depression cannot find the strength to leave her bedroom, nor can she find the motivation to live.
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