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Mar 2015
I wouldn't consider myself depressed.
I have times when I'd laugh at a joke,
or smile at someone on the street.
Forget for a split second that I have any problems.
But then when it gets dark.
And I'm in my room, all alone.
I realise how depressed I really am.
*~ r.s
rs
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rs  England
(England)   
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