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A primary source: depression goes deeper then people think. it not only hurts the mind, but the soul. All numbers in this story stand for a person . Entry 1- The windows on the substitute bus set a font on the outside world. It looks red. Almost like hell. It's perfect. Entry 2- Walking home and I notice the sky. It is only 5, but I see pink. A thick layer of white clouds, but I see the blue and pink of the sky above. The clouds want to cry and cry they will. Entry 3- Alone, no one to share my thoughts with. No one to give the love that I don't have for myself. No one. Is this my hell? Why am I being punished? Entry 4- Love, when I was in his arms I felt safe, but not in his tone. By his kiss I felt butterflies, but No love. In his love I felt insecure as if I didn't deserve it, although I needed it. In his absence I felt despair, but Now he's gone and all I feel is despair. This is my never ending hell. #9
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