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I told her I was through with her, would she leave?, she would not stir.I told her to go, but she clings to me tightly why I don't know. She is my continous horor and oppression no wonder her parents gave her the sick name Depression.
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Posted on Wednesday, February 1 2006 at 05:01 pm
I told her I was through with her. I told her to go. But she just sticks to me like glue, why I don't know.Year after year,month after month, day after day, this she demon haunts and taunts me, and try as I may, she is like a mystery, like this invisible force so strong, that I cannot flee. Ohh the pain, the pain, the mental, psycological, and emotional pain, makes even the sunniest days seem to fill with dark stink rain. I am obviously her eternal obsession, this evil demonic girlfriend of mine called depression.
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