What else is there? in And here we go.
- Feb. 24, 2025, 7:44 a.m.
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What will I have left if let my regrets go?
Insecurities and depression are not some monsters, they are my roommates, they’ve lived here so long they are practically family.
Regret is gorgeous, with dreamy wanting eyes, depression is a friend who never lets me down.
What would life be without these compassionate, reassuring monsters.
Am I dependent on them or are they dependent on me to feed them, until I breathe no more?
Do I cling to them and desperately need them here because what else is left in my life if not regrets?
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