People die only once.
But the ones who battle depression and anxiety, experience little death each moment.
It feels as if I am standing alone late at night on a lonely platform with a ticket and a luggage in my hand to board the only train which just left me.
I stand there in the cold night, feeling lonely and hollow inside with despair.
I prepare myself to board the next train, and it arrives soon.
But that feeling of hollowness stays somewhere within, which I never want to relive ever in my life.
(To be continued……)
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