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Sep 18
Go away depression,
The one that makes me question,
If I'm good enough,
Just checking,
Leaving me always guessing,
Go to therapy,
Another session,
More things I have to mention,
Receiving more direction,
We're not made for perfection.
I am looking for a profession,
To start with some progression,
I'll make a good impression,
And maybe change my perception.
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Aimée  F
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