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Aug 2013
And sometimes,uncontrollable depression lunges into me, through the back of my head. It’s a painful and terrifying surprise, it knocks me off my feet and it ties my hands so no one can help me up. And like expensive ink it spits on everything I try at, and everything I find meaning in, and it takes days to wash off the stains.
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Laura
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