A strange relationship

I think I’m in an abusive relationship with my depression.
I know it’s bad for me.
I know I can do better.
I know I need to leave it.
I know it’s going to kill me one day.

But once I fall back into it’s arms, I stay.
It’s comfortable.
It’s familiar.
I’m used to it.
And maybe this time, things will be different.

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A strange relationship

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