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..the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don’t want to let it go. It
becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I want
to nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It’s mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in its
arms and not wake up for a long, long time.
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I have just now come from a party where I was its life and soul; witticisms streamed from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me, but I went away — yes, the dash should be as long as the radius of the earth's orbit ——————————— and wanted to shoot myself.
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