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'Let me in!' I cry, yet nobody can seem to hear me. 'Please, I don't want to be alone any more!' Still, no response. Through the window, I can see blurred shapes that seem to be staring at me, seeming to question why I'm not just opening the door. 'It's locked! I can't get in!' I cry desperately, repeatedly banging the door with my fists to illustrate my point. An angry face opens the window and peers out.
'Dude, just open the door! Geez, is it really that hard for you to get in?' a frustrated voice calls. I attempt to answer but all that comes out of my mouth is a spiel of an unrecognisable language that only I seem to understand. Suddenly, the angry face turns scared and looks away.

In my chest, my companion howls. He doesn't want me to leave him, he wants to be with me forever. I don't want him. If I could magically make him go away, I would, all he does is sap me of every ounce of hope and strength.
'Go away depression! I'm fed up of you. I want to go inside but people don't understand your kind. All you gave me are scars.' I angrily tell him.

'You are crazy! Get rid of that, that...thing and cheer up already!' the voice yells again before closing the window, leaving me with just the mournful noise of my constant companion.
'This is your fault you know.' I tell Depression but no longer feel so bad. I mean, I can't get rid of him and the people inside have done nothing to help me whatsoever. He comes out from my heart. I can see through him and there, at his core, he holds the key to the door. Annoyingly, I can't access it without destroying him and he is indestructible.
'Why can't you leave me alone,' I argue, 'just for one day?' He just looks up at me and opens up his arms, reaching out for an embrace.

That is the day I learned to accept him. Depression was never going to let me go inside, he is stubborn like that. Plus, the people inside don't help me. They keep telling me to get over myself, get rid of him but it doesn't work, he won't be gotten rid of. Now, I don't just carry around my enemy, I embrace my friend and he embraces me. Now, I wear depression and I am never alone. He is always there for me even when nobody else is. Depression is a curse but one I have learned to get on with, one that shall be my closest friend forever.

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'Let me in!' I cry, yet nobody can seem to hear me. 'Please, I don't want to be alone any more!' Still, no response. Through the window, I can see blurred shapes that seem to be staring at me, seeming to question why I'm not just opening the door. 'It's locked! I can't get in!' I cry desperately, repeatedly banging the door with my fists to illustrate my point. An angry face opens the window and peers out.
'Dude, just open the door! Geez, is it really that hard for you to get in?' a frustrated voice calls. I attempt to answer but all that comes out of my mouth is a spiel of an unrecognisable language that only I seem to understand. Suddenly, the angry face turns scared and looks away.

In my chest, my companion howls. He doesn't want me to leave him, he wants to be with me forever. I don't want him. If I could magically make him go away, I would, all he does is sap me of every ounce of hope and strength.
'Go away depression! I'm fed up of you. I want to go inside but people don't understand your kind. All you gave me are scars.' I angrily tell him.

'You are crazy! Get rid of that, that...thing and cheer up already!' the voice yells again before closing the window, leaving me with just the mournful noise of my constant companion.
'This is your fault you know.' I tell Depression but no longer feel so bad. I mean, I can't get rid of him and the people inside have done nothing to help me whatsoever. He comes out from my heart. I can see through him and there, at his core, he holds the key to the door. Annoyingly, I can't access it without destroying him and he is indestructible.
'Why can't you leave me alone,' I argue, 'just for one day?' He just looks up at me and opens up his arms, reaching out for an embrace.

That is the day I learned to accept him. Depression was never going to let me go inside, he is stubborn like that. Plus, the people inside don't help me. They keep telling me to get over myself, get rid of him but it doesn't work, he won't be gotten rid of. Now, I don't just carry around my enemy, I embrace my friend and he embraces me. Now, I wear depression and I am never alone. He is always there for me even when nobody else is. Depression is a curse but one I have learned to get on with, one that shall be my closest friend forever.