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Here's a translation of the passage, along with some notes on the poetic and emotional language used:

English Translation:

"It's here again. Under my bed, hidden in the walls of my room, behind the screen's glass, sheltered between the curtains of my windows, raising its voice inside my head. It's here. She. The one who knows perfectly how to accelerate my heart, the one who devours it until it becomes liquor. The one who dresses in black and places each and every one of my emotions in a coffin. It's here, I thought it had already gone, I thought it would never return, but I was wrong, I erred again, foolishly; I deceived myself once more... I can't stop it. The pills only numbed its impetus, and now that I've run out, it stands up again, with its stronger wings, with its criminal claws, with its energy that drinks the purest part of my being. So, yes, I yearn for the silence of the deepest well, the skies that don't give birth to stars, the waltz that has been left without an orchestra, and hands... I yearn for hands that have been left without fingers, without fingers to hold onto or hold, without phalanges to close the lips that announce my death... Death that I crave... Death that I implore... White death, liberating, virginal... Death that carries more life than this sad life of mine, that like a circle, returns to the first cause of its mourning, the wound of the cord... The separation from the womb... My birth."

Notes on the Language and Imagery:

* Personification of depression: The passage uses vivid personification to describe depression as a sinister entity that is constantly present and consuming.

* Strong imagery: The imagery is very dark and intense, with references to death, coffins, and the underworld.

* Emotional intensity: The language is highly emotional and conveys a sense of despair and hopelessness.

* Poetic devices: The author uses various poetic devices, such as metaphors and similes, to create a powerful and evocative image.

Overall, the passage expresses a deep sense of despair and a longing for death as an escape from the pain of depression.

Would you like me to analyze the passage further, or perhaps provide some resources for coping with depression?

Está aquí, una vez más. Debajo de mi cama, escondida en las paredes de mi cuarto, detrás del cristal de la pantalla, cobijada entre las cortinas de mis ventanas, alzando su voz dentro de mi cabeza. Está aquí. Ella. La que sabe perfectamente cómo acelerar a mi corazón, la que lo engulle hasta hacerlo licor. La que se viste de negro y coloca dentro de un ataud a todas y cada una de mis emociones. Aquí está, creí que se había ido ya, creí que jamás volvería, pero me equivoqué, erré nuevamente, tontamente; volví a engañarme... No la puedo detener. Las píldoras sólo adormecieron su ímpetu, y ahora que se me han acabado, vuelve a ponerse de pie, con sus alas más fuertes, con sus garras criminales, con su energía que se bebe lo más puro de mi ser. Entonces, sí, vuelvo a desear el silencio del pozo más profundo, los cielos que no dan a luz estrellas, el vals que se ha quedado sin orquesta, y las manos... Vuelvo a desear las manos que se han quedado sin dedos, sin dedos para sostenerse o sostener, sin falanges que cierren los labios que anuncian mi muerte... Muerte que anhelo... Muerte que imploro... Muerte blanca, liberadora, virginal... Muerte que lleva más vida que esta triste vida mía, que como círculo, regresa a la primer causa de su duelo, la herida del cordón... La separación del útero... Mi nacimiento.

—Nékir.

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𝐈𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

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I need art ideas, go ahead and throw down any ideas you have and I'll attempt to draw it. 🥰❤️

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This might sound bad, but I wish people would stop asking me when my boo is coming back. Because I don't like thinking how long he's going to be gone. It breaks my heart every time. 😭🥺🖤

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I burned myself.

I burned myself because I thought you would burn me.

I burned myself bc I believed I'm not good enough for anyone.

I burned myself bc at least I know what pain feels like.

I burned myself bc love is unfamiliar.

I burned myself bc I can't believe anyone would ever actually love me for me.

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50 posts!

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To, the two people who rode up to my window last night and were rude as fuck, You're the reason no one will ever wants to work fast food because they're so scared of the emotional abuse that comes with it. That they can't bear to think about what's going to happen to them if they go through that. So sit with that tonight.

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My coworker just stood up for me against someone who was calling me a "dumb bitch" and I've never had anyone do that for me before....I'm going to cry. 🥺🥰❤️

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-Rumi

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“Take a shower, wash away the bad thoughts, cleanse your body, put on some relaxing music, get in to bed, breathe.”

— Unknown

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Never related so much in my life....😩💯❤️

You think attention is love and that’s why you suffer so deeply.

- Evan Sanders

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When you love somebody....

When you love somebody, you want the world for them.

When you love somebody, you show your truest colors around them.

When you love somebody, it tears you apart when you can't see them everyday.

When you love somebody, you would sell your soul to see them again.

I still love this "somebody".

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Stupid me

I think I shared too much about myself.....now everyone is using it to try to get me to quit and I think I'm about to....stupid me for trusting people to be good nature....this is why I don't like opening up....they always use it against me.... can't trust anyone but myself and it's even affecting my relationship with family and Kevin. I hate it so much but it's hardwired in me to not trust anyone. Because so many people have betrayed me in the past that form of trust with anyone is almost non-existent.....stupid me.

Stupid me for trying to be normal when I never will be.

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Fake smiles

Fake smiles all around

Fake smiles up and down

Fake smiles far and wide but

The fakest smiles are the ones you trust the most.

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The Grind

The Grind goes on day and night.

The Grind suffocates everyone like poison gas.

The Grind can be overwhelming to some but we keep going bc we have no other options.

The Grind is slowly killing us all.