Once again alone and friendless in this prison called depression. Is this what I am destined for a life of pain and loneliness. I can not fight this illness any more. I want to feel at peace once again. The last time and the only time I felt safe and at peace is whrn I tried to take my life. I yearn to return back to that place. I'm too tired to fight this.
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