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You, depression, cannot have me.
In my time of Agony:
I cry.
I write.
I sing.
Release.
You, depression, cannot have me.
Because there is something to make me smile.
You forget.
At what point on the 4 dimensional graph on which you are currently residing
-the graph labeled ‘life’ on every axis-
do you find yourself no longer climbing, but flattening out into a plateau,
