Poem #6

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How dare I be depressed when I have a roof over my head. How dare I be depressed when I have food in the refrigerator. How dare I wish to die when there are people out there dying who would do anything to be alive. How dare I be depressed when I have a good life. How dare I spend all day in bed when the suns out. How dare I be so selfish. How dare I be depressed when there are millions of reasons to be happy but there is also a million reasons to be sad. I'm sorry that I have a chemical imbalance in my brain I'm sorry I can't be normal I don't know how.

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