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Apr 2017
I left the room,
Feeling like a* million bucks.
But once I closed the door behind me,
gust of wind came by
*& blew me away...
Depression *****.
Sitting in therapy feeling invinicible.
Leaving therapy feeling invisible.
One second everything's fine.
And the next it's all a lie.
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