Now.
Love always,
9.18.2010
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I think I'm depressed,
I find no joy
In anything.
As soon as I get home,
I go to my room,
I lay down,
And I think.
Yet I can't get enough time alone.
I don't even know how to ask for help.
Or if I should even bother to ask for help.
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