beating heart.

I was about 10 when my depression started, 

or at least when I started becoming weird (Mary, you know what I mean)

I kept to myself.

 I doubt anyone could tell I was feeling this way because, 

I hid behind pastel colored shirts and a jump rope.

Little did everyone know.

Every day, after school, I would go up to my mother's classroom and listen to this song.

I would have strange, depressing thoughts as I sat in front of a computer while my mother forgot I was there.

I dug deep within myself, exploring the darkest parts of a prepubescent mind. 

And it lasted for 6 years.

This song brings back pretty evil memories, BUT it's pretty.

Only recently have I been able to fight depression. 

I surround myself with young, innocent minds and an everlasting friend. 

I let go of the boy who broke my heart and replaced him.

I cried in the arms of the girl who took care of me when no one did 

and, I don't know how but, it helped me get over hate.

So basically, religion is super cool

and this is crazy.

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