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Nov 2013
Depression is

The Grinch under my bed that would grab me if I got too close to the edge of it

The shark under the water of the lake that would drag me under

The Boogeyman past the luminescence of my nightlight that would eat me if it went out

And the cure is
Love

Do not ever let someone tell you
That you shouldn't love yourself
Because you are lovely and you are worth it

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me gs  Wisco
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