Detached.
Constantly observing the life around you but never fully partaking in it. Always on the fringes. Longing to be apart of something real without ruining it with your words, your touch, your being. To feel so much yet so little at the same time. Never feeling like you truly belong. To be unsure and frustrated with oneself. Repeatedly feeling like a failure. Depression truly is a sickness. It creeps into your veins and takes over your body, your thoughts. It doesn't let go.
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