12:26am
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Category : Poems
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12:26am.
As I sit in this dark room,
Filled with anxiety,
Fears I had as a lost boy resume
In totality.
Despite my resilience,
I can't help to be afraid.
What if, in this remembrance,
My brain falls back in love with the depression?
I'm terrified
