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Depression is no ones Friend

Depression is no ones Friend

I lye here thinking, breathing, wondering about depression, its no ones friend, its an enemy like a symbiote leaching the parts that are left, that makes you, you.

The rest has been bled by hurtful degrading words been said, none of which is worth repeating and none of which was deserved of hearing.

A follower once said it takes a thousand words to heal one hurtful one!

Write about it for people to read it, sing it out loud for the world to hear it.

 A vote of confidence and a kind word or two could mend a disheartened soul and bring hope into the fold!

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linda wright

depression is also a waste of time if i had not fallen into depression as a young woman i wouldnt be able to talk about it is no ones freind oh so true linda
i am totally not depressed i have an occasional off day but no more depression 
thank God it is a total waste of time.

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Kelv

Depression is a constant battle, to be honest, you win some and you lose some.

There is so much in life that battle along said you, your champions are your family, your friends and for those who have them your interests.

Thnx Savage Skavege 

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