I am your reality blocker, your internal pessimist. I ensure whatever you decide goes wrong. I keep the finger pointed at you. Because we both know you suck. I am not a whisper. I am loud and continuous voices. What is a good day when you’re not okay. I devour happy thoughts and drain all positive energy from my house and all those around. I am more than just a thought. Beyond an emotion I affect to the bone and all your action. I am very able, not a disability. It’s not me, it’s you. I’m king. I am depression.
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