Much like the second, this key has been abused and blackened beyond repair. Buffing the key would never bring back its original details. Around middle school is when depression took me in its grasp. The new sensation of nothing is a shock to system, and mine took the loss of emotions roughly. I lost most of my friends throughout my later education and I couldn’t do anything about it. The grip that depression had on me was too tight, so tight I couldn’t breathe easily most days. The struggles that I still live through thrive in this final key. Unlike the other keys, I almost never take this key in my hand. For lack of a better term, I avoid this key like the plague. Regardless, it’s strung along my two other strongest memories to remind me how closely I walk the line between life and death, between happiness and sorrow, between thankfulness and indifference. As much as I hate the emotions and memories surrounding this key, I still keep it close enough to choke me. One day I might outgrow the restraints that keep me from blooming to my full
Much like the second, this key has been abused and blackened beyond repair. Buffing the key would never bring back its original details. Around middle school is when depression took me in its grasp. The new sensation of nothing is a shock to system, and mine took the loss of emotions roughly. I lost most of my friends throughout my later education and I couldn’t do anything about it. The grip that depression had on me was too tight, so tight I couldn’t breathe easily most days. The struggles that I still live through thrive in this final key. Unlike the other keys, I almost never take this key in my hand. For lack of a better term, I avoid this key like the plague. Regardless, it’s strung along my two other strongest memories to remind me how closely I walk the line between life and death, between happiness and sorrow, between thankfulness and indifference. As much as I hate the emotions and memories surrounding this key, I still keep it close enough to choke me. One day I might outgrow the restraints that keep me from blooming to my full