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Lets think of this as a poem rap song:
I used to be the type of person who use to be a mess.
My reason for that was because I was depressed.
When times are both good and troubled,
Filled with joy or anxiety doubled,
Thanks be given for blessings and support,
To the one source of comfort I'm glad to report,
Resides in God through who's teachings I follow,
Dawns light slices through my windowpane .
I can't bear to open my eyes.
Because,
I know another day is upon me.
I walk the halls and hear their whispers,
See their smirks,
Feel the disdain,
