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| Thoughts on Depression |
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my wife, and others to use. To try to look forward beyond the depression.
Now it's all most over. I dont think for some it will truly ever be over
but they will get close Is it really over, my depression. It seems that I got older, and time has beat me. It seems that I have forgotten who to be. It took the better part me, my depression, my heart, my soul, my memory's, even my identity. Anger lines my mind set, were laughter once was. An empty house engulfs me, an echoes my history. I hunt my brain to find away to bring me back to yesterday, my love , my life, my childhood fantasy. You steal every thing from me, my depression. Looking out this window, all most seeing. You pull in my mind again, and hurt me so badly. If I knew then, what I know now. I would have fixed my mind some how, my hopes, my dreams, my future family, that's what you took from, my depression. Now it's all most over, my depression. I am seeing clearly , taking back what you took from me. I know now, what I knew then, that your no friend. I see my hope, my love , my childhood fantasy. My Depression G |
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