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Jul 2014
I keep hearing the sound of large footsteps behind me
The longer I go the louder they get
What I saw next was something that will change my life forever
I saw it, this giant standing over me, my hands shook
As it stared down at me I noticed something
He was crying
This was no giant...this was my depression.
Dominic Latino
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Dominic Latino  New orleans
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