I am not depressed. I can still smile at pretty things. And laugh when jokes are funny. I can still talk to people. And enjoy nice days. But when I go inside, when I am alone, there is something broken. And I fall into a sadness so sweet that it engulfs me. I look in the mirror. I don't like what I see. And the tears always fall when I'm falling asleep. And I miss something, that doesn't exist. I am not depressed. I've just been sad for a while. But I can still find the light. I can still smile.
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