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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.
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
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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.
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
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