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Depression

The feeling of being alone,

Of feeling worthless.

 

Those days you just don't feel like getting out of bed,

And going to work,

Because what's the point?

 

You think you are crazy.

But it's okay, really.

 

Most have this condition,

Including me.

 

It's called Depression.

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