My precious depressives

Ever so witty,
Ever so smart.
My precious depressives,
Keep falling apart.

Always so gentle,
Pulped to the core,
They love me so deeply,
They always want more.

Once, they were fearless,
Fought every fight.
But darkness keeps creeping,
And they need a light.

I’m not a hero.
They know that too,
This isn’t a game though,
So maybe I’ll do.

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