against his inner self.
no fame. no accolades
no audiences.
depression with
its stealth.
too many battles
war weary we
become.
first lost in
darkest of
crevices.
then alive no more
just numb.
rest now in peace.
your struggle now
done.
the world a
sadder place today.
we wish you
instead of your depression
had won.
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