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Jul 2021
My friend, my hero, never fought
villains but the depression in my youth
she did over and over until depression brought
me out. the blues became my truth
however i became my own hero. the war!
i battled the night to fight the day until
i fought day to night, night to day. it bore
a me: confident, happy and stronger willed.
My friend, my hero, never returned.
I believe I’m being a little paradoxical but, with the introduction of depression in my life, I could never retain the happy imagination i had before.
Coffee with Cream
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Coffee with Cream  16/F/South Africa
(16/F/South Africa)   
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   N, patty m, Nitin Pandey and Brett
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