all these things make it easier for me to live with my depression
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I am the layer of ice over the lake that keeps me amphibious.
I am the frown that I can feel on my face.
I am the gnawing sadness inside the space between my brain and my skull.
She’s shy seems submissive although she feels strong
She handles worry as though its her last song
She doesn't understand why she feels all alone
They say she’ll overcome the grief on her own
