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He was like the moon. Half Of him was always hidden Depression is a strange thing. One that consumes and sucks someone into complete and udder darkness. Like drowning and watching everyone around you breath. Screaming and no one even looking up. Breathless letting the water flow into your lungs. He held the cold metal to his skin. This is what he wanted. He wanted to be free, weightless. And it was about to happen before the whole world crashed around him. This was his life, his existence. He was never truly happy. Until he met her Cover by: dauntlessluke Warning: Triggering, and I started this in 2013
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