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Feb 2019
Depression is ****** up.
Anxiety is a *****.

Sometimes I feel these thoughts and pain won't go away,
But I know there will be better days.

I cannot describe what happens inside,
But I will try to fight it at night.

Keep trudging forward despite it all.
We will make it despite our falls.
Written by
Lost Girl  19/F/Chicago
(19/F/Chicago)   
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