I am a new moon; please do not think you’re anything more than one of my phases. You will always be a part of me, a fraction of me that is more evident some 2ams than others. Some nights, it’ll seem that you’re the only fragment of me there is, that there ever has been. Whether I like it or not, some nights, you will be the only piece of me that shines. But that’s okay. You will never complete me. Because in the twenty-nine days it takes me to go from new moon to new moon, I will be whole again. And again. And again. And again.”
— Depression, you are not what the wolves howl for
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