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Always feeling this colicky infant--it is grasping to me Days seem to be never ending; The screaming is never relenting It seems that it never quiets, telling me I cannot fight it It always wants my attention; Carrying it causes tension And day by day, it grows and grows; the increasing weight never slows The weight I must hold seems too much Some days I want to just give up I keep going; hope for the best, praying that soon the infant rests The others say this cannot last; repeating that this too shall pass Their infants have all cried and cried Soon enough the cries subside So they advise to build a bridge, pick myself up get over it But, alas, no! Mine won't lessen-- my infant's name is depression.
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
Infantile
Always feeling this colicky infant--it is grasping to me Days seem to be never ending; The screaming is never relenting It seems that it never quiets, telling me I cannot fight it It always wants my attention; Carrying it causes tension And day by day, it grows and grows; the increasing weight never slows The weight I must hold seems too much Some days I want to just give up I keep going; hope for the best, praying that soon the infant rests The others say this cannot last; repeating that this too shall pass Their infants have all cried and cried Soon enough the cries subside So they advise to build a bridge, pick myself up get over it But, alas, no! Mine won't lessen-- my infant's name is depression.
2020: Look, infants **** and you can yeet them.
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rebekah-wilson
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
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