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It seems that my depression is garbage at teaching lessons no food in my digestion My mind clouded in questions while looking for the answers Time was running by she will not look my way Until my time to die
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC
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It seems that my depression is garbage at teaching lessons no food in my digestion My mind clouded in questions while looking for the answers Time was running by she will not look my way Until my time to die
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC
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