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Depressed

Dear Depressed you call me every day tell me how worthless and weak I am I hate the hold you have on me I hate the way you make me feel I hate that fact the monster in my head is winning this battle and maybe I will end this monster soon By any means possible
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Written by
carey
Irish
Published
Jan 7, 2014
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