Depression is like a void that keeps on taking. I was listless in April, when I should have been impatiently waiting for dandelions. I was still. His hand in mine and my head was in pieces. I was still. He offered me water. I was still. A void. Avoid. I was still and, God, it must have been five of me, screaming inside for what felt like, so much time.

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