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I keep hearing the sound of large footsteps behind me The longer I go the louder they get What I saw next was something that will change my life forever I saw it, this giant standing over me, my hands shook As it stared down at me I noticed something He was crying This was no giant...this was my depression.
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Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
Giants
I keep hearing the sound of large footsteps behind me The longer I go the louder they get What I saw next was something that will change my life forever I saw it, this giant standing over me, my hands shook As it stared down at me I noticed something He was crying This was no giant...this was my depression.
dominic-latino
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Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
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