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Brainstorm VIII
Oh my
What a day
The kind of day
That you wished didn't exist
But in a sat masochistic way
I am gland it does
I dislike depression
But yet I do like it
When I am depressed
I like that sad sinking feeling
But I fear it
It's a paradox of confusion
I like the solemn attitude
It calms and maintains
Yet it threatens stability
It pulls me deeper
I gladly go
But I hold part of me back
This part of me keeps me braced
To the "real" world
Sometimes I would just like
To lose this part of me
So that I could retreat into my own world
Yet I hold on
Hold on with all I have
Knowing that the depression will end
And I will have to return
Return to the "real" world
But for now I will rest in depression's cradling arms