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I know the pieces fit, cause I watched them fall away...
Sometimes, I wish I could just snap my fingers and make everything right again... Oh well... depression, I have returned to your ever-open arms again... You have been my only friend for the longest time, and the one who knows me the best. I think I love you, my precious depression... You're always there to comfort me and make my sadness become less of a hell... Why?
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You are not alone. Do not feel alone. I am here, and I care about you. I love you. Keep your spirits and head up, and remember that there are lot of us here for you. *hugs again* Love you.
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