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Depression came back when I was bullied in school,
And was treated like trash by kids who seemed cool.
It was my bestfriend when I had none.
When problems come, to it I gleefully run.
Darker days seem to be rainbows for me,
Grey skies became time to relax, and there wasn't a single fuss.
-a.a
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