My Dearest Depression

My dearest Depression

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I hate you!

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I apologise for my bluntness, but I must be honest.

I'm not the same as I used to be, so the time is upon us…

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It's over between us.

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I know this may be hard to take, but it's my decision to make.

Ever since we met, I've been half alive, barely a man.

I couldn't do half the things I now know that I can.

You should know I've waited for this day ever since it began.

So, let's get one thing straight.

I need to be free to live without restraint.

And let us be honest, you can have no complaints.

After all that you've done, for goodness sake!

There's nothing I'll miss; they're all toxic traits.

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You hit me without warning.

Made me fear every morning…

This cannot be a surprise to you. I know you've felt my hurt.

These mere words are less than you deserve.

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But we each have ourselves to blame.

I played my part by not fighting back.

I gave you direct access to my heart. That was my failure but my only part.

The rest is on you, and you should be ashamed of the things that you do.

Spreading pain, self-doubt, and disdain.

You changed everything about me, even my name.

The things I called myself when I carried the blame.

That man you knew will never be the same.

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I've tried it your way. I played your cruel game.

But now it's the end, and I'm taking the win.

When it all started, my skin was so thin.

But now there's a warrior living within.

And it's all thanks to you, I guess.

Though I dislike you, I wish you the best because I've become much stronger since passing your cruel test.

I've achieved things I couldn't dream of because my heart's full of love.

Our relationship was toxic, so forgive me for being tough…

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But I no longer have a need for you, so I'm letting you go.

If I ever decide to hate myself again, I will let you know.

For all the pain you caused and all the sorrow.

I made it through all the yesterdays and all the tomorrows.

My unbreakable spirit kicked you to the kerb and broke you like a bad habit.

So don't be absurd. I'll have the final word.

And I'll pass on my wisdom for the next person's turn.

I'll share with them everything that I have learned.

So, you'll know it was me the next time you get burned.

P.S. I'm now in an exclusive relationship with myself. And I'm extremely happy.

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Sincerely yours,

Survivor.

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