I know this is probably sleep deprivation,
but the voices have never been louder.
I feel like there is a screaming match in my head.
I know that in reality, it's my depression,
but it feels like an alter ego.
I volunteer for a bereavement camp for kids,
and I just got home.
It's so strange going from a place where you
feel like you fit (camp) to a place
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