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Depressing quotes

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Depression is the feeling of someone whispering in your ear and telling you that you are worthless. Every time you make a mistake, you keep getting reminded of it, it's never painless. From these mistakes, it makes you reckless. Now you ask yourself, is my life priceless or worthless?
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