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Jul 2014
“You don’t get that it doesn't just go away. It’s something I have to fight every day. No matter how happy I am with you, and believe me, I am happy,” he explained. “It still follows me around. The depression, the self-loathing, the loneliness.” He said. His voice struggled to get the words out, stuttering and straining with each word. “I’m sorry.” He choked.
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