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Dec 2019
I don't miss the laughs
Nor do I miss the tears
I miss the pain we shared
The suffering we endured

No one understood our pain
The suffering we endured
Except for us.
Only we knew what it felt like

What we shared
What we had
Was more than just a story
It's as our life

A life we all shared
A life only we knew
One of my happiest moments while facing depression was when I met a group of people about 5 years ago who was going through something similar to me.
The irony of it is that we found happiness in our pain.
Nicholas Jacob Sampson
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Nicholas Jacob Sampson  M/Pretoria, South Africa
(M/Pretoria, South Africa)   
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   Kyla A and Prerna Singh
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