beating depression?

its a thin path,

this one you've finally found.

you look up and see where you're going,

where you could be

where everyone else

has always been.

waiting for you, waiting so long. hands outstretched

anticipating yours to interlock with

they couldn't do it for you. they couldn't pull you out. 

you have to, and you're almost there.

don't look down.

don't look down.

but you do.

you see the treacherous path you once trudged on

a path that burned the soles of your feet

but offered no other options.

a path you know how simple it is to go back to.

The End

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