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Slave

The mind, my mind, betrays me. No longer am I happy. Sick. Sad. Mean thoughts, run through my mind. Headaches are too painful to stay awake. I no longer smile for me. I no longer am free to think what I want. My mind takes charge problems sadness unhealthy. Help me. Someone please help me? A tiny voice whispers to talk. Talk to someone I ignore this. no one will listen. I will be institutionalized. Committed. Help me. I am a slave to my depression.
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Oct 30, 2012
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