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Oct 2012
The mind, my mind, betrays me.
No longer am I happy.
Sick.
Sad.
Mean thoughts,
run through my mind.
Headaches are too painful to stay awake.
I no longer smile for me.
I no  longer am free to think what I want.
My mind takes charge
problems
sadness
unhealthy.

Help me.
Someone please help me?

A tiny voice whispers to talk.
Talk to someone

I ignore this.
no one will listen.
I will be institutionalized.
Committed.

Help me.
I am a slave to my depression.
Aurora
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