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May 2019
I said I’d do things...
Be productive...
Complete tasks essential to us moving forward.

I lied.

This is how my depression sings.

And it dances as a 3 tonne black ball cowering in the middle of my bed.

I am crushed

And I am so sorry that I haven’t done as promised.
I will get better.
Written by
Madds  Melbourne
   ---, victoria, kiro, Jim Musics and Jules
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