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" - There's a devil on my shoulder... but the angel that belongs on the other must have fallen. Must have been shot down. - " This line - whether intended to be or not - acts like, or perhaps it would be better to say...is indicative of a deep-seeded emotional constant, which, due to your writing strengths come off as deeply engaging and quite moving. I like it. I think it shows just how easily writing strong emotions comes to you.

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She had a friend.

My mind will not allow me to think in positive ways. Though I know happiness, joy, and jubilation should be inside me somewhere, they are overpowered by hopelessnes, helplessness, and worthlessness. Weighing me down. Crushing me. I cannot break free.

The monsters taunt me. Laugh at me. Tell me I will never be anything more than nothing. I cannot help but listen and believe everything they say. When the tiny voice appears to tell me I can do anything.. They attack and drown it. Violently. Viciously.

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I do not attempt to argue with the voices.. when they tell me I am pathetic. That only makes it worse. They spell it out for me. Draw a picture. Make it clear. I have nothing. I am nothing. I will always be nothing. And I should just give in and accept that as reality.

My better half has tried and failed to break through and win the fight. I think she has retreated. Given up. She now rests comfortably in the deepest darkest cave of my mind. Rufusing to come out and be tortured.

I must say I cannot blame her for her fear.

Depression is a ruthless dictator...

And it will take an army of pills and therapy to end his reign.

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