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a young man struggling with depression

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It grabs me when I'm tired
sometimes when I'm low
it takes me by the throat
and even by my heart

If I give in to its hold
then it takes control
I'm not me anymore
it takes over control

Then it can make me do things
it can even speak for me
I have now lost all control
the pain has won for now

In reflection it just wasn't me
I am a better person than this
if only I was stronger
maybe then I could beat it one day