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Mar 2019
"Someday, you'll look up to me
I'll be on the stage with my degree.
"
She promised her mother.

One day, her mother was crying
As she looked at her
But instead of medal,
it was rope, in her neck.
Depression has no face
haysia
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haysia  28/F/Anywhere but here
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