Depressia.

Going through withdrawals
The numbness does return
The happiness that I felt has
Multiplied the burn

I’ve seen the light that’s out there
Like the sun brightly shining on me
But I am locked; can not reach
From the shade under a tree

Trying to remember the feeling
Attempting to get it back
All in vain, what I’m left with is memories
More depressia to add to the stack

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