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The feeling of depression bogs you down, all the negatives are collapsing over and over again. No one is there, and no one can help, No one knows you, and you are all alone.
I wonder if thou hath dots on thy face
to compare it to the first steps of a young calf doesn't do it justice. to say it's like the first flight of an eaglet,  petrifying and liberating, doesn't begin to describe it.
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