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May 2018
I remember before
my friends and I would explore.

When a smile appeared on my face
when I was in my happy place.

When things were simple.
All I had to worry about was a pimple.

But all good things end
and depression is my only friend.
Crystal Freda
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Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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