Write essay about Dream, depression and death
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the life is about your present not in future or not in past past is like a waste paper but present is like a newspaper and future is like a question paper? so dreams is like and target of the life because dream is not important your life is important and their important thing is like the life is important your dream is also important but your life is much and most important
as you know about sushant Singh rajput he also suicide because of depression and depression is about the health work all about those things depression is going about overthinking thoughts and I don't know about depression because I didn't like overthinking and your smile is so much and most important for you and your life also
death death why are you thinking about that because present is the newspaper it means present present is your life don't thing about future will think about past it's ok best of only time live it in past and enjoy life thank you so much if you read my and 7 know that my answer is correct or not and I want to make with brain list so don't because I want to know that my answer is correct or not thank you so much it's my thinking what about you thinking please living comment
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Depression is abuse.
It’s a violent secret message
Defined by self-hate.
It seals its prisoner’s fate.
It holds you captive and throws out the key.
It stabs and jabs just to see you bleed,
Causing wounds that scar for life.
Destruction is its mother and death its wife.
When the emptiness hits.
There is nowhere to go or disappear.
It consumes me.
It breaks me
leaves me broken.
I’m choking
From the pity in their eyes
I’m drowning
From the sad undertone
I’m suffocating
From the overwhelming thoughts
I’m gagging
Because on the inside I’m drowning in my tears
Void, canceled, simply annulled.
Endlessly aching, unconsoled.
Life without you, cause without reason.
Touch without sense, time without season.
I face life now facing a cancerous sore,
A sordid parasite that eats at my core.
All that makes me whole, all I hold deep within,
Leaving me lifeless, or at least not livin’.
rain pattering, fogging on the window,
musing on a gray day.
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