I feel like I should be telling those close to me
That I had depression last semester
Since it was somewhat confirmed
I don't think it would justify my actions
And I know it's terrifying-
And terribly unhelpful to believe
That love can easily mend something like that
But I want to feel their arms around me
And I want to cry into their chests
Because there is still part of me missing
And I feel like I'm stuck in the past
And I'm a dumbass dreamer to believe
Their embraces could save my soul
But I know it has in the past
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