mydepression
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I'm swimming in a sea of saddness,
running out of breath.
Although it seems I've spotted shore,
I'm always wrong: it's never near.
I wish I'd sink or be attacked,
at least then I'd feel something.
Here and there you disappear,
an aparition in the dark.
Fading into the past: mistakes.
You're not what I imagined.
In three thousand feet deep, I search...
For what, I'm not aware.
