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the memories

people dont seem to understand me
its either this, or that
and sometimes a little of both
i had the truth come up and slap me in the face yesterday
the truth that im alone
that i don't know anybody
that im new
i feel like if i make the slightest move wrong ill fall deep, deep down into the hole i used to be in
the dark hole that no one should ever insert themselves in
the dark hole of depression
and self esteem issues
was that really me?
did i honestly sit home and cry day after day, month after month until i was sick to my stomach?
until my eyes were swollen shut?
was that really me when i cut too deep and i was searching for an escape?
how could that be me?

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