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My therapist asked me what color my depression would be I told her black, black, black She asked me what it looks like, how it moves "Like tar", I said, "Like tar"
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
Tar
My therapist asked me what color my depression would be I told her black, black, black She asked me what it looks like, how it moves "Like tar", I said, "Like tar"
Oozing and sticky, it swallows me.
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
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