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Jan 2020
You may feel it,
though not often true.
You are useless,
Lost,
And alone.
But take my hand,
And I will pull you from this depression.
Together we can start over.
Form a new life,
New thoughts and actions,
Then soon enough the hate you hold for yourself,
will be abolished.
By your new found happiness.
The UnKnown
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     will19008
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