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Depth of the sea

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One should know how mental disorder feels like,
Not forcing you to have one but try to understand one,
Dive deep till the Mariana Trench of yourself,
The pressure, the demons,  the monster,
The only cure is faith,
To be alive and free again.

Sometimes it doesn't have to be demons or monster,
It just yourself who bringing you down,
Maybe another version of yourself that you may not know of,
That always dominating you unconsciously.

Day by day, people died because of this,
Physically and mentally,
All you have to do is offer a hand,
To save them from the depth of the sea.

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