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A puppet

Hold steady and hold fast.
You never know how long your time will last.
Depression always lingers.
We become the puppet and the strings are manipulated by it’s fingers.

An equation never solved.
It’s caused many lives to become lost.
We must learn to Live with something…
That makes us constantly feel like Dying.
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