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Mar 2014
I'm 12 stepping this depression.
Wake up and live in the moment.
Sometimes it's one day some times one minute.
Sometimes I dance.
Other nights I can't find the strength to get out from under the bottle.
My struggles won't be visual or even physical.

I look hard at the mirror, into the eye's of my greatest enemy.
Socally Picter
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Socally Picter  Stay Where you are.
(Stay Where you are.)   
   M White, Juanita Alfaro and r
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