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A Poem by morosemaladies
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im a much different person than i was when i frist started. my depression hasnt gone away, but its morphed into something much more manageable. :) this is a little vent poem written in prose...

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sometimes i wake up crying in the middle of the night with nothing but a deep feeling of grief. i dont know who i lost, all i know is that i loved them. i still love them, and i miss them too much for this body. it wasnt my body who lost them, it was my soul, and whenever i wake up, i am detached from my body for a moment, before everything quickly pulls itself together like beads on a string. i end up frozen in time, at 3 am, reminiscing about a tragic end to a life i cant even remember witnessing, that took place in a world my lungs havent breathed in. for some reason, i can never remember what caused me to relive those feelings. was it an encounter with memories of a past life that brought me here? is my soul just stuck cycling in this world, and in others, until i can find the person who my loved one has become? i dont want to forget. just once, i want to wake up, and i want to remember.

© 2017 morosemaladies


Author's Note

morosemaladies
its still not quite entirely accurate, but its pretty close i think :)

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Hey! I started this account back in middle school as a place to vent about a mental illness that I didn't understand- now I'm 20! Please bear with me as I re-learn the ropes! :) more..

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